I pulled her close to me….grasping her tightly intent on feeling every bit of her against my body. I didn’t want this moment to end. I couldn’t ...elieve it….me….holding her….feeling her….touching her….it was a dream. The carousel bell rang announcing the arrival of my bags and I didn’t care. I just didn’t want this moment to end. It was like a scene from a chick flick. I never stopped looking into her eyes….her wonderful, enchanting eyes and I simply muttered, “Let’s get out of here…Let’s find a. Paul felt like a fraud. It had never been one of Paul's chief ambitions in life to visit Earth. It wasn't that he didn't want to visit the Grand Canyon, the dry valleys of Antarctica, the wide expanses of ocean or all the many other natural wonders of his ancestral home. It was just that tourism didn't really appeal to him. He'd been quite content to live and work in Godwin. In a colony where there was no individual wealth or paid employment, not many would see the need for a vacation.Paul's. So, my life was hard work, study, savings and little fun. I was twenty two and I promised myself to be rich at twenty five.Of course in a so rough work environment I was the laughing stock of my fellow workers some of whom thought I was a "sissy", their words. I didn't go to town and got roaring drunk or went with the women sailors go; I mostly went down underwater and worked several hours a day and when I was resting in my cabin I was always reading technical stuff incomprehensible to most of. Any harder and he was going to be bruised. The eagle feather was long gone.Ahead, the sky darkened over the mountains. The first towering cumulus, silhouetted by the declining sun, peeped in a valley gap, easily two hundred miles away. A gust reaching 40 blew the scent of rain ... and something else ... horses.There ... out on the plain ... two ... six ... eight, a dozen ... two... 48 mares ... THREE running stallions, 'something evil this way comes, ' he thought. Stallions weren't known for.