Three Two years later:  Challis. A light snow was falling as Mike guided his aged Ford into Challis, the large flakes reflecting the lights of the growing town, striking stars where skimmer headlights struck through the tiny falling crystals. Sparkles of light...

Two Armstrong City, Luna “Andrea, don’t just stand there. The checked bags have gone on ahead. There’s no turning back now. Jenny, have you got your stuff? Let’s go!” Paul Aggruder was more than ready to leave the Moon’s gypsum mining colony. Three years they had...