The wind sliced back into the Silver Corporal as if he'd never left the moment he stepped out the door. His lead dog was waiting for him exactly where he'd left the brown-and-white husky, head cocked exactly as it'd been when he left for Milliways. The door-checks he'd made had shown a frozen-still world, but it was reassuring to find things ( Read more... )

Mackenzie is hundreds of miles away by now and weeks behind him. The little man the criminals of the North Country call the Silver Corporal hasn't forgotten the nightmare warnings of the people of Milliways, exactly. He's just put the place from his mind for a time. There've been more important things to do- illegal liquor sales to the Indians to ( Read more... )

He'd slipped out of the Bar, and no one had seen him go. That was just fine, so far as he was concerned. Just fine. He'd been more worried about the world being frozen anyway, but it really did start moving again the second he stepped out the door. The snow swirled around his hood, the dogs' barking just barely audible over the sound of the winter ( Read more... )