by
Bryce Walton
Doris would, of course, say goodbye, if she were here. She wasn't here. She didn't even know about his volunteering. Major Kanin nodded stiffly. His gray eyes wrinkled. "Good luck, Stevens," he said dutifully. It was meaningless. Kanin had sent too many poor guys out on a one-way trip. He knew Stevens wouldn't come down. Not in any recognizab..