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The Space Barbarians
by Mack Reynolds
PART ONE COUP!
Chapter One
JOHN OF THE HAWKS brought his steed to a sudden halt just short of
the top of the hill they had been ascending. Some instinctive alarm had
sounded. Something there is in the warrior born that warns of danger,
and if the warrior would live, he heeds it ever. Were this not so there
would be scarce a clannsman from Dumbarton to Stonehaven, for the
ambush is a way of life on the planet Caledonia.

He slid from his animal and snaked his carbine from its scabbard. He
tethered the animal lightly, so that no time would be wasted were it
necessary to beat quick retreat, and made his way quietly to the hill's
crest. The last few yards he went on hands and knees; the last few inches
he squirmed on his belly.

There were several bushes on the crest. He wiggled up behind one and
peered through its branches and leaves. John of the Hawks sucked in air.

Below was a stream, flanked by trees and other vegetation. By the
stream were standing four saddled horses and three draft animals. The
latter were burdened down with what were obviously butchered cattle
and, since this was Hawk preserve, obviously raided beef cattle.

Now he could make the men out. Three of them, and from their kilts,
they were of the Claim Thompson. The kilts they were in the process of
removing. The situation was obvious. They had butchered the animals and
were now about to take a swim to clean up. Being deep in Aberdeen
territory, they had not wanted to be slowed down by herding the beef back
to their town but had butchered them on the spot and packed the choice
portions of the carcasses on their extra animals.

Moving slowly, quietly, John flicked three cartridges from his
bandolier. He threw the breech of his carbine and inserted one of the
shells. The other two he stuck, point first, into the ground near his right
hand, instantly available for a quick reloading.

The others had left their saddle guns in their scabbards, but John had
no illusions about the fighting qualities of the Clann Thompson. Thieves
they might notoriously be, but also competent fighters. Once he opened
fire, the bets would all be down. There were three adult clannsmen down