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A horse nickered as Colonel Garrison “Gunner” Reed strode past the stables, dust from the soon-to-be paved road puffing under his boots. Damned if it wasn’t like living in the Old West, but with some out-of-this-world modern conveniences.
Hard to believe that, less than a year ago, Earthlings had had no proof that life existed anywhere else in the universe. Now we’re survivors of an alien invasion that wiped out damn near the entire population of the planet. He shook his head at the enormity of it all. If it hadn’t been for the heroic quick action of the Matirans, they’d all be slaves to the Anferthians.
But Matiran generosity hadn’t stopped there. They’d also provided the surviving Earthlings with pre-fab housing, high-tech gadgetry, and inter-galactic trade rights—per the recent t
