“That looks like Jumper, there,” Alan said.
“Where?” Brandon circled the shuttle over the south end of the Belle Sheen village and eyed the special guest spots where he had previously parked. This time no one was signaling for him to land. Brandon didn’t see any reason why he couldn’t set down there again, invited or not. The valley to the west was barren now. The last of the visiting aliens embarked on their return voyages several days ago.
“There,” Alan said, “by the first fire pit clearing.”
Brandon squinted. “You sure?”
“I think so.”
Brandon decided to do a low fly-by. There was a group of about fifteen natives standing in the area Alan pointed at.
Someone waved at them. It wasn’t a native.
“Yeah, that’s him,” Brandon said. “Let’s land.”
“This is the village, isn’t it?” a voice
