| Title | : | The Destroyers |
|---|---|---|
| Author | : | Randall Garrett |
| Release | : | 1987-01-01 |
| Kind | : | ebook |
| Genre | : | Short Stories, Books, Fiction & Literature |
| Size | : | 438754 |
| The Destroyers is a Fiction Short Story Book. Any war is made up of a horde of personal tragedies but the greater picture is the tragedy of the death of a way of life. For a way of life good, bad, or indifferent exists because it is dearly loved. Anketam stretched his arms out as though he were trying to embrace the whole world. He pushed himself up on his tiptoes, arched his back, and gave out with a prodigious yawn that somehow managed to express all the contentment and pleasure that filled his soul. He felt a faint twinge in his shoulders, and there was a dull ache in the small of his back, both of which reminded him that he was no longer the man he had been twenty years before, but he ignored them and stretched again. He was still strong, Anketam thought; still strong enough to do his day's work for The Chief without being too tired to relax and enjoy himself afterwards. At forty five, he had a good fifteen years more before he'd be retired to minor make work jobs, doing the small chores as a sort of token in justification of his keep in his old age. He settled his heels back to the ground and looked around at the fields of green shoots that surrounded him. That part of the job was done, at least. The sun's lower edge was just barely touching the western horizon, and all the seedlings were in. Anketam had kept his crew sweating to get them all in, but now the greenhouses were all empty and ready for seeding in the next crop while this one grew to maturity. But that could wait. By working just a little harder, for just a little longer each day, he and his crew had managed to get the transplanting done a good four days ahead of schedule, which meant four days of fishing or hunting or just plain loafing. The Chief didn't care how a man spent his time, so long as the work was done. |
