Lucifer's Hammer - Larry Niven [244]
"That wasn't what I was talking about," Christopher said. "We're going to have to fight those damned cannibals, and we may as well do it before they get any stronger. Take every gun and every man big enough to carry one and go out there and get it the hell over with. I don't want to spend the winter looking over my shoulder. When somebody scares you there's only one thing to do, knock him down and stomp on him until he can't hurt you anymore."
Or run like hell. Or talk a lot, Harvey thought, but he didn't say anything.
"I used to get nervous about you and Maureen," George said.
"I want her too," Harv said. He stopped short of the closed kitchen door and stood facing Christopher in the narrow hallway. "If you knock me down and stomp on me a lot, we're all going to be terribly embarrassed. Your move."
"Not yet. When you get me mad enough, you'll be for the road. Right now we've both got a problem."
"Yeah. I noticed that too," said Harvey. "Are you going to put him on the road?"
"Don't be stupid. He's a hero. Come on outside." Christopher led the way through the kitchen. There was no one there at the moment. They went out into the dusk.
"Look, Randall," Christopher said. "You don't like me much."
"No. I expect it's mutual."
Christopher shrugged. "I got nothing against you. I don't think you'll shoot me in the back or slug me when I'm not looking—"
"Thanks."
"And unless you do, you can't lick me. Question is, suppose she decides to marry General Baker. What'll you do about that?"
"Cry a lot."
"Look, I'm trying to be polite," Christopher said.
"Well, what do you want me to say?" Harvey asked. "If she marries Baker, she marries Baker, that's all."
"And you'll leave her alone? Not sneak around seeing her?"
"Why the hell would I do that?" Harvey demanded.
"Look, you think I'm some kind of bumpkin fool, don't you?" Christopher said. "And maybe I am, the way you see things. I lived out here before I had to. Went to church. Minded my own business. No swinging parties, no girl friend in every city to go see on expense accounts … "
Harvey laughed. "I didn't live that way," he said. "You've been reading too many playboys."
"Yeah? Look, Randall, I'm a cornball, I guess, but I happen to think that if a man's married, he stays at home. Now I never got married. Engaged once, but it didn't work, and then I found out Maureen got her divorce, and while I wasn't exactly just waiting for her—I knew better than to think she'd want to come live in this valley again or that I could live in Washington—I never found anybody. Then this happened. Now she has to live here. Maybe she could live with me. We would have married, once, only it didn't quite work, we were too young … "
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"Because I've got something to say. Dammit, Randall, if I ever do get married, I'll stay married. Yeah, and I'll be faithful to my wife, too. Maybe Baker will be. You sure as hell wouldn't."
"Now what the hell … ?"
"I know what goes on in this valley, Randall. I knew before the goddam comet hit us and I know now. So you just leave Maureen alone. You're not the kind of man she needs."
"Why not? And who appointed you the guardian of public morals?"
"I did. And you're not good enough for her. You sleep around. All right, it was with her. I don't like that, but I had no claim on her. Not then. But you were a married man, Randall. What the hell was Maureen to you? Another one to add to your scorecard? Look, I'm getting myself upset, and I didn't want that. But you leave her alone. I'm telling you, leave her be." He turned and walked away before Harvey could say anything else.
Harvey Randall stood in shock, and barely restrained himself from running after the big rancher. I ought to be mad, he thought. I ought to hate the bastard …
But he didn't. Instead he felt a wild impulse to run and catch up and explain that it hadn't been that way at all, that Harvey Randall thought