Produced by Greg Weeks, Stephen Blundell and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net [Illustration] SHEPHERD OF THE PLANETS By ALAN MATTOX ILLUSTRATOR SUMMERS _Renner had a purpose in life. And the Purpose in Life had Renner._ The star ship came out of space drive for the last time, and made its final landing on a scrubby little planet that circled a small and lonely sun. It came to ground gently, with the cushion of a retarder field, on the side of the world where it was night. In the room that would have been known as the bridge on ships of other days, instrument lights glowed softly on Captain Renner's cropped white hair, and upon the planes of his lean, strong face. Competent fingers touched controls here and there, seeking a response that he knew would not come. He had known this for long enough so that there was no longer any emotional impact in it for him. He shut off the control panel, and stood up. "Well, gentlemen," he said, "that's it. The fuel pack's gone!" Beeson, the botanist, a rotund little man with a red, unsmiling face, squirmed in his chair. "The engineers on Earth told us it would last a lifetime," he pointed out. "If we were just back on Earth," Thorne, the ship's doctor, said drily, "we could tell them that it doesn't. They could start calculating again." "But what does it mean?" David asked. He was the youngest member of the crew, signed on as linguist, and librarian to the ship. "Just that we're stuck here--where ever that is--for good!" Farrow said bitterly. "You won't have to run engines anymore," Dr. Thorne commented, knowing that remark would irritate Farrow. Farrow glared at him. His narrow cheekbones and shallow eyes were shadowed by the control room lights. He was good with the engines which were his special charge, but beyond that, he was limited in both sympathy and imagination. * * * * * Captain Renner looked from face to face. "We were lucky to set down safely," he said to them all. "We might have been caught too far out for a landing. It is night now, and I am going to get some rest. Tomorrow we will see what kind of a world this is." He left the control room, and went down the corridor toward his quarters. The others watched him go. None of them made a move to leave their seats. "What about the fuel pack?" David asked. "Just what he said," Farrow answered him. "It's exhausted. Done for! We can run auxiliary equipment for a long time to come, but no more star drive." "So we just stay here until we're rescued," David said. "A fine chance for that!" Farrow's voice grew bitter again. "Our captain has landed us out here on the rim of the galaxy where there won't be another ship for a hundred years!" "I don't understand the man," Beeson said suddenly, looking around him belligerently. "What are we doing out here anyway?"