Postmark Ganymede

Description

Think about the helpless postal worker of things to come. To “slush and day off dead of night”- – things that must not keep him from his named adjusts – will be included, below zero void, meteors, and planets that won’t wait. Possibly he’ll conclude that for six pennies an ounce it just ain’t justified, despite any potential benefits.

Book Excerpt

“I’m done for,” Preston snarled sharply. “They made a mailman out of me. Me- – a mailman!”

He folded the task notice into a little, hard ball and heaved it at the bristly picture of himself in the bar reflect. He hadn’t shaved in three days- – which was the way long it had been since he had been informed of his expulsion from Space Patrol Service and his exchange to Postal Delivery.

Unexpectedly, Preston felt a hand on his shoulder. He gazed upward and saw a man in the trim dim of a Patrolman’s uniform.

“What do you need, Dawes?”