"Ron Goulart - Shandy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goulart Ron)

Looking at the red bottle cap, Holman said, "Okay, I'm sorry."

"You know Shandy's been with me since I was Just ten or so. And since dad died. Shandy's been a real
help."

"You don't have to live out here." Holman poured some rum into his coffee. "Just because your father
was a naturalist and all."

"We don't have to talk about my father. I like living here. We've always lived here. Since we came out to
Enoch."

"All right." He paused to look across the table at her. "You want to keep arguing or will you let me
propose now?"

Nancy shook her head. "Don't now. Ken. Later sometime."

"You do know, though, that I want you. And you know I want you with me at the settlement."

Nancy folded her hands on the white tablecloth. "Oh, yes."

Holman drank the hot coffee fast. "And, really, Nancy, I don't see how we could keep something like
Shandy in the settlement."

"Come and have dinner with me tonight and we'll talk then."

Putting down his empty cup, Holman said, "I'll go set up my tent at a safe distance."

Outside it was nearly night. A few yards from the ship, the lion was rolling on his back in a patch of
yellow flowers and growling to himself.

Holman kept his back to the lion while he assembled his tent. And when he had it finished he went inside
and didn't come out until Nancy called him for dinner.


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The sky, up through the yellow-green leaves, was clear. The afternoon was warm, with a slight feel of
coming rain. Holman locked his hands behind his head and half-closed his eyes. "And living alone by the
woods is dangerous," he said.

Nancy laughed. "You've Just eaten lunch in it."

Holman closed his eyes. "And how do you know what Shandy is? Maybe he's why this place got a bad
name in the first place."