The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XVII

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XVII

Sixteen Later that evening There still weren’t very many restaurants in Mountain View, but the Palace was one of the better ones, featuring beef from a Black Angus herd imported from Earth ten years earlier. Seated between his father and an equally wide-eyed Maria...

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XVII

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XV

Fourteen Tarbos, the Main Conference Center “Son, I’m going to take a walk around the building during the break,” Mike announced.  “I imagine I’ll have one or two of those guards for company, but I need some air.” “OK, Dad.  Maria and I are going to duck...

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