Heleer looked at her. His sister’s eyes were not accusatory. They were simply watching. Testing.
The arrow climbed. And climbed. In the low gravity, it rose for nearly a minute, a black speck against the stars, before it began its slow, graceful arc back down. It landed point-first in the dust, ten meters from the drum. martian mongol heleer
A signal. The old signal. The hunt begins. Heleer looked at her
“So did the man from Texas,” Heleer said quietly. Then he pulled his hood over his helmet, so that only the glint of his faceplate showed. “But he should have stayed on his green Earth.” it rose for nearly a minute