Roger Hunter had been a miner, yes. But he had been something else too, something far more important than just a miner.
Roger Hunter had been a fighter, fighting to the end for something he believed in....
Tawney interrupted Greg's thought.
"Quite an operation," he said.
Greg looked at him. "So I see."
"And very efficient, too. Our men have everything they need to work with. We can mine at far less cost than anyone else."
"But you still can't stand the idea of independent miners working the Belt," Greg said.
Tawney's eyebrows went up. "But why not? There's lots of room out here. Our operation with Jupiter Equilateral is no different from an independent miner's operation. We aren't different kinds of people." Tawney smiled. "When you get right down to it, we're both exactly the same thing ... scavengers in space, vultures picking over the dead remains to see what we can find. We come out to the asteroids, and we bring back what we want and leave the rest behind. And it doesn't matter whether we've got one ship working or four hundred ... we're still just scavengers."
"With just one difference," Greg said, turning away from the viewscreen.
"Difference?"