"Done," Daryl says, and it's not a boast. He'll make good on this, so Beth doesn't have to shoot some living person over a stupid landgrab. That's the boat they've landed in, and it's a hell of a lot better than home.

"Any requests?" Types like these always want something special for their table. There's not exactly big game out in the woods, but who knows. Maybe on this planet, tree rats are a damn gourmet.