Marley's Chain

Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from If Worlds of Science Fiction September 1952. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.
Tam's problem was simple. He lived in a world that belonged to someone else.
hey saw Tam's shabby clothing and the small, weather-beaten bag he carried, and they ordered him aside from the flow of passengers, and checked his packet of passports and visas with extreme care. Then they ordered him to wait. Tam waited, a chilly apprehension rising in his throat. For fifteen minutes he watched them, helplessly.
Finally, the Spaceport was empty, and the huge liner from the outer Asteroid Rings was being lifted and rolled by the giant hooks and cranes back into its berth for drydock and repair, her curved, meteor-dented hull gleaming dully in the harsh arc lights. Tam watched the creaking cranes, and shivered in the cold night air, feeling hunger and dread gnawing at his stomach. There was none of the elation left, none of the great, expansive, soothing joy at returning to Earth after eight long years of hard work and bitterness. Only the cold, corroding uncertainty, the growing apprehension. Times had changed since that night back in '87—just how much he hardly dared to guess. All he knew was the rumors he had heard, the whispered tales, the frightened eyes and the scarred backs and faces. Tam hadn't believed them then, so remote from Earth. He had just laughed and told himself that the stories weren't true. And now they all welled back into his mind, tightening his throat and making him tremble—
Hey, Sharkie. Come here.
Tam turned and walked slowly over to the customs official who held his papers. Everything's in order, he said, half defiantly, looking up at the officer's impassive face. There isn't any mistake.
What were you doing in the Rings, Sharkie? The officer's voice was sharp.
Indenture. Working off my fare back home.
The officer peered into Tam's face, incredulously. And you come back here? He shook his head and turned to the other officer. I knew these Sharkies were dumb, but I didn't think they were that dumb. He turned back to Tam, his eyes suspicious. What do you think you're going to do now?