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                            Title Page
Copyright Page
Introduction
PRELUDE
COUNTERPOINT
VARIATIONS ON A THEME
INTERMISSION
SECOND INTERMISSION
DA CAPO
CODA
THE LOST FLEET
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Time Enough for Love

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with anything that shoots, cuts, burns, or even makes nasty bruises, from your
bare hands to a blaster. See over there, Dorable?” He pointed to nothing but
flatness. “In just seven seconds a horde of hairy savages will come pouring over
the top of that rise and attack. I get a spear through my thigh and go down . .
then you have to fight them off for both of us. What are you going to do, you
poor little girl, with your gun clear over there on the seat of that wagon?”

“Why”—she set her feet apart, put her hands back of her head, and gave a
wiggle that was invented in the Garden of Eden, or perhaps just outside—“I’ll go

way at ’em!”
“Yes,” Lazarus agreed thoughtfully, “that should work. If they were human.

But they aren’t. Their only interest in tall, beautiful, brown-eyed girls is to
them. Bones and all. Silly of them, but that’s how they are.”

“Yes, dear,” she said docilely. “I’ll go put on my gun belt. Then I’ll kill the
one who speared you. Then I’ll see how many more I can get before they eat
me.”

“That’s right, durable Dorable. Always take an honor guard with you. If
you have to go, go down fighting. The size of your guard of honor determines
your status in hell.”

“Yes, dear. I’m sure I’ll enjoy hell if you’re there, too.” She turned to fetch
her weapons.

“Oh, I’ll be there! They wouldn’t take me anywhere else. Dora! When you
put on your gun belt, take off your sunbonnet and boots—and put on your rubies,
all of them.”

She paused with a foot on the step of the wagon. “My rubies, dear? Out
here on the prairie?”

“Rangy Lil, I bought those rubies for you to wear and for me to admire you
wearing them.”

She flashed a smile that turned her normally serious expression into
sunshine, swung on up into the wagon and disappeared. She was back quickly
wearing weapons belt and rubies, but had taken a few seconds to comb her hair,
long and chestnut brown and shining. That she had not been able to bathe for
more than two weeks did not show, did not detract from her enchanting, youthful
beauty. She paused on the step and smiled at him.

“Hold it!” he said. “Perfect! Dora, you are the most beautiful thing I have
ever seen in all my born days.”

She flashed him another smile. “I don’t believe that, my husband—but I
hope you will go on saying it.”

“Madam, I cannot tell a lie. I say it only because it is the simple truth. Now
what were you saying about the little rooster?”

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“ That perverted little monster! I he had been breaking eggs on
purpose! This time I caught him. Pecking them. Two freshly laid broken eggs!”

“Royal prerogative, dear. Afraid one of them would hatch out a rooster.”
“I’ll wring his neck! If we had a fire, I’d do it right now. Darling, I was

trying to see what we could eat cold without opening anything not already open,
and it occurred to me that salt crackers crumbled into raw eggs would almost
make a meal. But there were only three eggs today and he broke the two laid by
his hens. I’d put plenty of grass in both cages; the one egg on the other side
wasn’t even cracked. Damn him. Woodrow, why do we have to have
roosters?”

“For the same reason I carry two throwing knives. Sweetheart, after we
arrive and hatch our first chicks, once they’re big enough that I’m certain of a
spare rooster, we can have rooster and dumplings with him as guest of honor.
Not before.”

“But we have him breaking eggs. Tonight’s supper will be mostly
cheese and hardtack—unless you want me to open something.”

“Let’s not rush it. Fritz and Lady Mac are trying to spot game right now.
Prairie goat, I hope. Loper if not.”

“But I can’t cook meat. You said. You did say.”
“Raw, my dear. Haunch of prairie goat, chopped fine and spread on hard

crackers. Beef Tartare à la New Beginnings. Tasty. Tastes almost as good as
girl.” He smacked his lips.

“Well . . if you can eat it, I can eat it. But half the time, Woodrow, I don’t
know whether you are joking or not.”

“I never joke about food or women, Dorable; those are sacred subjects.” He
looked her up and down again. “Speaking of women, woman, dressing you in
rubies is just right. But why a bracelet around your ankle?”

“Because you gave me three bracelets, sir. As well as rings and a pendant.
And you said to wear ‘all of them.’ ”

“So I did. Where did this one come from?”
“Hey! That’s not a ruby; that’s
“Looks like a ruby. Here’s another just like it.”
“ Maybe I’d better take my rubies off? So we won’t lose them. Or

should we water the mules first?”
“You mean before we eat?”
“Uh . . yes, I guess that’s what I mean, Tease.”
“You’re not speaking very plainly, little Dora. Tell Uncle Gibbie what you

want.”
“I’m not ‘little Dora.’ I’m Rangy Lil, the horniest girl south of Separation—

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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Introduction
PRELUDE
COUNTERPOINT
VARIATIONS ON A THEME
INTERMISSION
SECOND INTERMISSION
DA CAPO
CODA
THE LOST FLEET
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16

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