This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...As he pushed the snow over the cliff and turned the tractor around for another pass, the hopelessness of the situation hit him. Better to go down doing something than to just wait for that assassin to come for me.
Making up his mind, he drove the tractor toward the gate. Twenty feet from it, he stopped, shut the engine down and got off. Looking for the foreman, he saw that he was tied up helping to align a piece of the big borer as the crane swung the equipment into place.
Nichols raised his hands above his head as he walked slowly toward the gate. No more than fifteen feet away, the nearest guard swung his rifle to the ready position. Still, Nichols walked on. As he neared the gate, the guard mentally keyed one of his helmet's functions and Alerted while raising the rifle to his shoulder. As his finger slipped inside the trigger guard, the odd looking weapon centered on Nichols' chest even as the guard's amplified voice boomed out, "Halt!"...
Have a goodun;