"All right, marshal," said a mocking voice. "You just turn around and walk the other way."
He felt his guns lifted from their holsters and he turned around and walked. Footsteps crunched beside him and behind him, but otherwise he walked in silence.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked, his voice just a trifle shaky.
One of the men laughed.
"Just on a little trip, marshal. Out to take a look at Juno. It's a right pretty sight at night."
Juno wasn't pretty. For the most part, there was little of it one could see. The stars shed little light and the depressions were in shadow, while the cragged mountain tops seemed like shimmering mirages in the ghostly starlight.
The ship lay on a plateau between a needle-like range and a deep, shadowed valley.
"Now, marshal," said one of the men, "you stay right here. You'll see the Sun come up over that mountain back there. Interesting. Dawn on Juno is something to remember."
Meek started forward, but the other waved him back with his pistol.