HUNTING LICENSE
By James V. McConnell
Trophies from a big game hunt were highly
prized. So naturally Karsten and Thurman wanted
their guide to find a really choice criminal....
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
April 1955
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The helicopters buzzed lazily overhead like fat flies in a warm May wind.
"There they go. Right on time," said William Karsten III. His hunting jacket shone bright red in the early morning sun as he moved out into the open to watch the planes.
"I do hope that they don't get airsick," replied Thomas Thurman from his comfortable chair in front of the fire. He took a long stick and began poking the embers closer to the coffee container.
William Karsten turned around and looked at his companion. "Why in heaven's name should you be so concerned about them?" he asked. The early morning light on his brown-and-gray hair gave it a more youthful appearance than it usually had.