"Yes. Right now Mara is out at the field clearing several of the fliers to use in scouting for them." Rynason stacked the boxes of weapons and power-packs on the floor where Manning indicated. There were about forty of them--blunt-barrelled guns with thick casing around the powerpacks, weighing about ten pounds each. They looked as statically blunt as anvils, but they could stun any animal at two hundred yards; within a two-foot range, they could shake a rock wall down. "How many men are we taking with us?" Rynason asked, eying the stacks on the floor. Manning looked up at him briefly. "As many as we can get. I'm calling a militia; Stoworth and Lessingham went into town to round up some men." So he was going ahead with the power-grab; Malhomme had been right. No danger had been proven yet, but that wouldn't stop Manning--nor the drifters he'd been buying in the town. Killing was an everyday thing to them. "How many of the Hirlaji do you think we'll have to kill to make it look important to the Council?" Rynason asked after a moment, his voice deliberately inflectionless. Manning looked up at him with a calculating eye. Rynason met his gaze directly, daring the man to take offense. He didn't. "All right, it's a break for me," Manning shrugged. "What did you expect? There's precious little opportunity on this desert rock for leadership in any sense that you might approve of." He paused. "I don't know if it will be necessary to kill any of them. Take it easy and we'll see." Rynason's eyes were cold. "All right, we'll see. But just remember, I'll be watching just as closely as you. If you start any violence that isn't necessary...." "What will you do, Lee?" said Manning. "Report me to the Council? They'll listen to me before they'd pay attention to complaints from a nobody who's been drifting around the outworlds for most of his life. That's all you are, you know, Lee--a drifter, a bum, like the rest of them. That's what everybody out here on the Edge is ... unless he does something about it. "I hold the reins right now. If I decide to do something that you don't like, you won't be able to stop me ... neither you, nor your female friend." "So Mara's against you too?" Rynason said. "She made a few remarks earlier," Manning said calmly. "She may regret it soon enough." Rynason looked at the man through narrowed eyes for a moment, then strapped on a gunbelt and loaded one of the stunners. He snapped it into the holster carefully, wondering just what Manning had meant by his last remark. Was it a threat in any real sense, or was Manning just letting off steam? Well, they'd see about that too ... and Rynason would be watching. * * * * *