"Don't hurt him—"
Gorman's blaster hissed and blue flame leaped from it. Incandescence enveloped the kitten and then there was nothing where it had been but a small black hole in the ground.
Bellam and Gorman wheeled back, like mechanical men, to resume the search. The girl stood a moment, staring before her, saying something very low that sounded like, "Tommy ... Tommy...." Then she stumbled to the little black hole and dropped to her knees beside it as though she hoped that somehow she might still find her kitten there.
He looked away, strangely disturbed. He drummed his fingers restlessly on the butt of his holstered blaster then he turned again to go down into the Outlander camp.
The moon was up and it was time he found the dog. Something had come out of the night with the monsters and perhaps she could tell him what it was. He could not yet believe she was mad.
The dark haired woman stood by the fire, watching the little girl and the searchers with bitter, smouldering hatred. She faced him, her breath coming fast in her anger.
"Her parents and her brother—when the ship broke up—she lost them all. Only her kitten was left to her."
"Where is the dog?" he asked.
"Find her!"