He sat there staring at me for a minute or so and the last thing he said was, "Don't you come here again--nigger." I got up and left the table and walked out of the bar. I wasn't provoked. As I said before, we were well trained. * * * * * The first time I realized where I was was when I bumped into the fence around the spacefield. I must have walked all the way over there from the bar. I had a memory of crumbling buildings and littered streets. Things had changed while I had been out there. They were letting the city run down. As I started to walk along the fence to the gate, I saw the ship towering against the stars. The stars and the ship. And tomorrow there would be colonists getting aboard. I stopped and looked till I knew where home was and who the real exiles were. I stopped feeling sorry for myself. And started feeling sorry for them. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Bad Town for Spacemen, by Robert Scott