Gently Drew released himself from her hold. "Maybe Hunt Rennie doesn't know I exist; maybe we won't even like each other if and when we do meet--I don't know. But Red Springs ain't my kind of world any more. And I won't take anything my grandfather grudged givin' me. I may be young, only in another way, I'm old, too. Too old to come under a schoolin' rein again." He glanced across her shoulder, noticing that his speech had registered with the major. "You're not goin' to start out this very afternoon, are you?" Forbes asked. Drew relaxed and laughed a little self-consciously, knowing that his uncle had ceded him the victory in this first skirmish. "No, suh. You know, I brought two things home from the army--and one of them was a pair of Texas spurs. A mighty good man wore those. You'd have to ride proud and tall in the saddle to match him. I told him once I was goin' to see Texas, and he said there was nothing to make a man stay on the range where he had been born. Since I've always wanted to know what kind of a man Hunt Rennie was--is--now maybe I'm goin' to do just that." * * * * * BY ANDRE NORTON Storm Over Warlock Galactic Derelict The Time Traders Star Born Yankee Privateer The Stars Are Ours! EDITED BY ANDRE NORTON Space Pioneers Space Service End of Project Gutenberg's Ride Proud, Rebel!, by Andre Alice Norton