"If I am not mistaken, the Solar Space Patrol's inspection is only six short weeks in the offing. And judging from our experience, you cannot possibly satisfy the requirements of the land-grant code in that short space of time. I remind you that the planting of a garden would, in itself, spell an end to your ambitions."
Sam Wilkes was on his feet, choking with rage.
"That there law is nonsense, Moseley! The land law allows us a full year to establish a settlement—"
"Ah, yes! The land law. But you forget that these are unusual circumstances. Two families with equally valid rights have claimed Eros. Land law is overruled, and the law of squatters' dominion comes into effect.
"So, I'm very sorry for you, Wilkes. But I hope we can be friendly neighbors for the short time you remain here with us on Eros."
Wilkes was a statue of dismay. The rigidity of him melted enough to let him turn slowly to his son.
"Is—is that right, Red?"
And the younger Wilkes nodded.
"I'm afraid it is, Dad."