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Alfred Coppel - Turnover Point

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Every era in history has had its Pop Ganlons. Along in years and not successful and not caring much anyway. A matter of living out their years, following an obscure path to oblivion. It was that way in ancient Egypt, just as it will be when the Solar System shrinks to our size. And once in a while such men are given an opportunity to contribute to the society that has forgotten them.

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Alfred Coppel

TURNOVER POINT

Illustrated by Emsh

Pop Ganlon was no herohe was only a spaceman A spaceman and a father In fact - photo 1Pop Ganlon was no herohe was only a spaceman A spaceman and a father In fact - photo 2

Pop Ganlon was no herohe was only a spaceman. A spaceman and a father. In fact, Pop was rather no-account, even in a profession that abounded with drifters. He had made a meagre living prospecting asteroids and hauling light freight and an occasional passenger out in the Belt Region. Coffee and cakes, nothing more. Not many people knew Pop had a son in the Patrol, and even fewer knew it when the boy was blasted to a cinder in a back alley in Lower Marsport.

Pop went on eating and breathing, but his life was over after that. He hit the bottle a little harder and his ship, The Luck, grew rustier and tackier, and those were the only outward signs that Pop Ganlon was a living dead man. He kept on grubbing among the cold rocks and pushing The Luck from Marsport to Callisto and back with whatever low-mass payloads he could pick up. He might have lived out his string of years like that, obscure and alone, if it hadnt been for John Kane. Kane was Pop Ganlons ticket to a sort of personal immortalityif there is such a thing for an old spaceman.

It was in Yakki, down-canal from Marsport, that Kane found Pop. There is a small spaceport therea boneyard, reallyfor buckets whose skippers cant pay the heavy tariff imposed by the big ramp. All the wrecks nest there while waiting hopefully for a payload or a grubstake. They have all of Solis Lacus for a landing field, and if they spill it doesnt matter much. The drifting red sands soon cover up the scattered shards of dural and the slow, lonely life of Yakki goes on like before.

The Patrol was on Kanes trail and the blaster in his hand was still warm when he shoved it up against Pop Ganlons ribs and made his proposition.

He wanted to get off Marsout to Callisto. To Blackwater, to Leys Landing, it didnt matter too much. Just off Mars, and quickly. His eyes had a metallic glitter and his hand was rock-steady. Pop knew he meant what he said when he told him life was cheap. Someone elses life, not Kanes.

Thats how it happened that The Luck lifted that night from Yakki, outward bound for Leys Landing, with Pop and Kane aboard her alone.

Sitting at the battered console of The Luck, Pop watched his passenger. He knew Kane, of course. Or rather, he knew of him. A killer. The kind that thrives and grows fat on the frontiers. The bulky frame, the cropped black hair, the predatory eyes that looked like two blaster muzzles. They were all familiar to Pop. Kane was all steel and meanness. The kind of carrion bird that took what others had worked for. Not big time, you understand. In another age hed have been a torpedoa hireling killer. But out among the stars he was working for himself. And doing well.

Pop didnt care. His loyalty to the Patrol had stopped quite suddenly not long beforein a dark alley in Lower Marsport. This was only a job, he told himself now. A job for coffee and cakes, and maybe a grubstake to work a few more lonely rocks. Life had become a habit for Pop, even if living had ended.

What are you staring at, Pop? Kanes voice was like the rest of him. Harsh and cold as space itself.

At you, I guess, Pop said, I was wondering what youd doneand whereand to whom.

Youre a nosey old man, Kane said. Just get me to Leys Landing. Thats what Im paying for, not a thing more.

Pop nodded slowly and turned back to the control board. They were above the Belt by now, and a few short hours from turnover point. The cranky drives of The Luck needed all his attention.

Presently he said, Well be turning over soon. Want to get some rest?

Kane laughed. No thanks, old man. Ill stay here and watch you.

Pop eyed the ready blaster and nodded again. He wondered vaguely how it would feel to die under the blast of such a weapon. It couldnt be very painful. He hoped it wasnt painful. Perhaps the boy hadnt suffered. It would be nice to be sure, he thought.

There wasnt much for Pop to remember about the boy. Hed never been one for writing many letters. But the District Patrolman had come down to Yakki and looked Pop upafterward. Hed said the boy was a good officer. A good cop. Died doing his job, and all that sort of thing. Pop swallowed hard. His job. What had his job been that night in Lower Marsport, he wondered. Had someone else finished it for him?

He remembered about that time hearing on the Mars Radio that a Triangle Post Office had been knocked over by a gunman. That might have been it. The Patrol would be after anyone knocking over EMV Triangle property. The Earth-Mars-Venus Government supported the Patrol for things like that.

Pop guided The Luck skillfully above the Belt, avoiding with practiced ease the few errant chunks of rock that hurtled up out of the swarms. He talked to Kane because he was starved for talkcertainly not because he was trying to play Sherlock. Pop had long ago realized that he was no mental giant. Besides, he owed the Patrol nothing. Not a damned thing.

Made this trip often? Pop tried to strike up a conversation with Kane. His long loneliness seemed sharper, somehow, more poignant, when he actually had someone to talk to.

Not often. Im no space pig. It was said with scorn.

Theres a lot to spacing, you know, Pop urged.

Kane shrugged. I know easier ways to make a buck, old timer.

Like how?

A nosey old man, like I said, Kane smiled. Somehow, the smile wasnt friendly. Okay, Pop, since you ask. Like knocking off wacky old prospectors for their dust. Or sticking up sandcar caravans out in Syrtis. Whos the wiser? The red dust takes care of the leftovers.

Pop shook his head. Not for me. Theres the Patrol to think of.

Kane laughed. Punks. Bell-boys. Theyd better learn to shoot before they leave their school-books.

Pop Ganlon frowned slightly. You talk big, mister.

Kanes eyes took on that metallic glitter again. He leaned forward and threw a canvas packet on the console. It spilled crisp new EMV certificates. Large ones. I take big, too, he said.

Pop stared. Not at the money. It was more than he had ever seen in one pile before, but it wasnt that that shook him. It was the canvas packet. It was marked: Postal Service, EMV. Pop suddenly felt cold, as though an icy wind had touched him.

You you killed a Patrolman for this, he said slowly.

Thats right, Pop, grinned Kane easily. Burned him down in an alley in Lower Marsport. It was like taking candy from a baby.

Pop Ganlon swallowed hard. Like taking candy from a baby. As easy as that.

As easy as that, old man, Kane said.

Pop knew he was going to die then. He knew Kane would blast him right after turnover point, and he knew fear. He felt something else, too. Something that was new to him. Hate. An icy hate that left him shaken and weak.

So the boys job hadnt been finished. It was still to do.

There was no use in dreaming of killing Kane. Pop was old. Kane was youngand a killer. Pop was alone and without weaponssave The Luck.

Time passed slowly. Outside, the night of deep space keened soundlessly. The stars burned bright, alien and strange. It was time, thought Pop bleakly. Time to turn The Luck.

Turnover point, he said softly.

Kane motioned with his blaster. Get at it.

Pop began winding the flywheel. It made a whirring sound in the confined space of the tiny control room. Outside, the night began to pivot slowly.

We have to turn end-for-end, Pop said. That way we can decelerate on the drop into Callisto. But, of course, you know all about that, Mr. Kane.

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