Like every farmer on every planet, Duncan had to hunt down anything that damaged his crops—even though he was aware this was—The World That Couldn't Be.
t to his feet, dug out the bandanna and mopped at his face. He heard the soft thud of the step behind him and turned his head. It was the tracker.
"It's all right, Sipar," he said. "You can quit worrying. I got it. We can go home now."
* * * * *
It had been a long, hard chase, longer than he had thought it might be. But it had been successful and that was the thing that counted. For the moment, the vua crop was safe.
He tucked the bandanna back into his pocket, went down the slope and started up the knoll. He reached the place where the Cytha had fallen. There were three small gouts of torn, mangled fur and flesh lying on the ground and there was nothing else.
He spun around and jerked his rifle up. Every nerve was screamingly alert. He swung his head, searching for the slightest movement, for some shape or color that was not the shape or color of the bush or grass or ground. But there was nothing. The heat droned in the hush of afternoon. There was not a breath of
The premise is interesting but it is not enough to make this anything more than an average sci-fi short.
Good read although in my opinion not one of Clifford Simak's best works.
On a planet with strange humanoids and animals that are apparently sexless, a farmer goes off hunting an animal that is eating his valuable crops. The natives warn him that the "cytha" has never been hunted successfully, however, he has confidence in his hunting ability and tracks it off in the wild. But the Cytha has a big suprise in store for him.
This is a fun and clever story with droll humor and more than one suprise. Good read.