Pap Burton propped his head on a skinny elbow and stared deliberately at the green cone shapes of the mountains behind his accuser that he saw through a window. He shoved the bottle of 'kick' away across the bar.
"What do you want?" he demanded, dimly aware that the head showman, Johnny Johnson had stepped inside the room and was glaring at him. Only a short time ago they had finished their act and were now resting. The bar was under the domed roof of the Martian city. The stage was empty of actors. ...
Thanks to Dave Tackett of the blog QuasarDragon for the tip.
Pictured: Illo by Jim Garrison.
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