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Lone Star Planet

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 1200    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

fternoon that I had arrived on New Texas. There was almost as dense a crowd as the last time I had seen the place; but they were quieter, to the extent that there were no band

y-foot teleview screens, appar

ovation broke out. I was cheered, with the high-pitched yipeee! of New Te

e courtroom. The only spectators being admitted to the courtroom

air-car and another cloth-covered shape that looked like a fifty-mm dual-purpose gun. Smaller exhibits, including a twenty-mm auto-rifle, were piled on the friends-of-the-court

white hair, dressed in a dark suit of the cut that had been fashionable on Terra seve

members of the Diplomatic Corps. I shook hands with them and gathered that they, like myself, were worried about the precedent that might be estab

and Turkey-Buzzard Tom Bonney. There was probably a year or so age different from one to another, but they certainly had a common parentage. They all had pale eyes and narrow, loose-lipped faces. Subnormal and probably psychopathic,

as and sound pickups had been rigged to cover the front of the room from various an

ench, which must have opened from a passageway u

on the agenda seemed to be the selection of a new board of associate judges. Parros explained in a

spectators' seats got up and came forward. One of Sidney's assistants rummaged through a card file h

in conversation at the bar of the Silver Peso Saloon, here in New Austin, t

'll repeat it right here: all three of these m

g this man's brazen declaration of bigoted class hatred

in my judicial duties, Counselor," he said. "The venireman has obvio

r in New Austin, and had once expressed the opinion that Bonneyvill

ikely to be called for court duty and had something on ea

ros. "I think he's just stalling to keep the court in session until the z'Sr

oddy offered, "if you don't care what

e suspect. And we don't really need one: Sir Rodney wi

be adjourned, Judge Nelson ordered the bailiff to turn the clock back to 1300. The clock was turned back

Andrew J. Hickock

til another court has been chosen as they are now sitting as a court in b

s left ear and held the ends above his head. Nanadabadian, the Ambassador from Be

ct in an obstructionist manner. The defense agr

accept the present co

w, deceased, versus Switchblade Joe Bonney, Jack-High Abe Bonney, Turkey-Buzzard Tom Bonney,

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