Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #22 January 2016 | Page 8

Day 191 The scouts have located the supply airship. Looking at the blackened, collapsed airframe, it reminds me more of a giant, ruined greenhouse than something which once flew. Melted aluminium forms cold, gleaming puddles where the crew nacelles were. Stacks of heat-warped silicon-gallium solar panels lie inside the ruined skeleton. car, which flips over and begins to burn. There is no clear evidence of what happened, the airframe lies in a huge oval of burned grass and scrub. The engines, fallen from their mounts, lie on the ground, their propellers folded back against the cowlings. Later, Mitchell and Kosygyn return with a pair of armadillos and a new type of dwarf kudu, with four long, spiralling horns. We roast the armadillos in their shells. They are delicious. Rumours fly, and I wonder if Gardiner was right after all. Then the truth emerges: another platoon has shot a dozen eland. The scout car was hurrying to bring them back before hyenas and lions caught the scent. The two men in the car are dead, our first casualties. Day 197 Kosygyn is badly hurt during the river crossing, crushed between two tr Ս