Murdock didn’t go far. He returned to his campsite and sat by the fire; watching the others while they milled about. He saw them talking among themselves and staring at him.
“Who does he think he is? Trying to tell us what to do!” he heard a few of them say. I’ve been here before, Murdock thought and chuckled to himself.
I’ve been here before“I don’t trust him!” he heard the man who had granted his request to come toward the pod. “Something inside me says he’s dangerous!”
Murdock chuckled again to himself. He had removed his bow and quiver of arrows and laid them on the ground next to his spear. After drinking some more water, Murdock decided to recline on the grass.
“He doesn’t look dangerous to me,” he heard someone from the shadows of the pod. “He just looks anachronistic, rough, an
