THE RECLUSE
By MIKE CURRY
The human voice! Had there even been
so sweet a sound? Arak Miller ached
for it—too eagerly; too swiftly.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Winter 1954.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Twenty-five years later a ship appeared, on an afternoon in the planet's summer.
Arak Miller watched it from the mesa.
From Earth, he thought. From Earth!