The Lani People

rian-for residency in active livestock operation. Single recent graduate preferred. Quarters and service furnished. Well-equipped hospital. Five-year contract, renewal opti

p pay even on Beta, and an offer like this for a new graduate was unheard of-unless Kardon was in the middle of an inflation. But Kardon wasn't. The planet's financial

and a year for living expenses, that would leave sixty-plenty of capital to star

dredths, a diploma in veterinary medicine, some textbooks, a few instruments, and a first-class spaceman's ticket. By watching his expenses he had enough

it time, it would take more than a thousand Galactic Standard years to visit them all, and a man could look forward to scar

established practitioners to welcome recent graduates. Most of the ads in the professional journals read "State salary desired," which was nothing more than economic blackmail-a bald-faced attempt to get as much for as little as possible. Kennon grimaced wryly. He'd be damned if he

d began composing another of the series of letters that had begun months ago in time and

yellow sunlight as the city drowsed in the noonday heat. It nestled snugly in the center of a bowl-shaped valley whose surrounding forest clad hills gave mute confirmation to the fact that Kardon was still primi

d opened Kardon less than five hundred years ago, and in such a

more than two hundred million. It would be some time yet before this world would achieve a Class I status. However

esentative of the Medico-Technological Civilization, long legged, fair haired, and short bodied with the typical Betan sq

nets were good, broad open places where a man could breathe unfiltered air and look for miles across distances unbroken by dually bulk heads and safety shields. On a planet there were spaciousness and freedo