Shattuck, obviously bored and annoyed with the whole business, was standing and watching the milling soldiers. His son sat curled nearby on a swing bench. There was a kitten in his lap.

Chester had noticed the abundance of half wild cats swarming about the ranch on his first arrival. Now, though, it occurred to him to wonder how the cats and farm fowl coexisted. He mentioned it to the rancher.

"That"s what I"m talking about," Shattuck said, pleased. "It"s just like the coyote."

"What coyote?" Chester asked.

"Normally the dogs keep them well clear of the henhouse," the rancher explained. "But when it gets as cold as it"s been lately, we let them sleep on the porch. I wouldn"t put a good dog out in the snow any more than I would a good man.

"Those d.a.m.n coyotes are smart enough to know when the dogs are tied up here instead of out back. That"s when they come in quick and quiet, and I end up losing a hen a week. I"d rather do that than lose Cotton or Gin. They"re part of the family."

"I understand," a new voice said. Chester saw that Jean Calumet had left the barn to join the little group on the porch. "I"ve got three dogs myself, back home . . . Don"t have the temperature problems you do, though. "

Shattuck examined the younger man with a fresh eye. "Where you from, son?"

"Little town near Baton Rouge," came the reply. Shattuck nodded as if that explained everything.

"About the coyote," Chester reminded the rancher curiously.

"Yeah. We came out one morning, a couple of days ago, and found two of them, a male and his b.i.t.c.h, lying side by side just outside the henhouse. They"d dug under the fence I"d put up around it. So I guess they"d already been inside and were coming out again, with one bird between them.

"When they come out, something had stopped them clean. They just lay there in the yard. I thought they were dead at first, but you could see their eyes move and that they were still breathing. So David and I took them way out behind the tank. When we checked them yesterday evening, we saw where they"d gotten up and run off. I don"t expect them to come back again. Something shook them up pretty bad.

"Now, this doctor here has been saying that something knocked these fellows down and frazzled them good without killing them. They look just like those two coyotes."

"Make a note, Captain," Chester told the special forces officer, "of when we can expect them to come around again."

"Yes, sir."

Under the captain"s direction, stretchers were used to ferry the motionless black clad shapes to the waiting helicopters. When the whup whup of many blades had faded to the south, Calumet spoke quietly to the rancher.

"You realize what this means, don"t you; Mr. Shattuck?"

"Always did hate rhetorical questions," came the piercing voice of Beth Shattuck. "They"re what pa.s.s for smarts in Hollywood. Ask a lot of questions that you can make other folk give the answers to and they think you"re downright brilliant. Suppose you tell us what it means, good lookin"."

Slightly unsettled at the compliment, Calumet wrestled with a reply. "It means," he finally burst out, "that that thing up m your hayloft is dangerous. It paralyzed a couple of animals, and now it"s apparently done the same thing to a large group of armed men. I saw guns in that room. Did any of you hear a shot?"

"Can"t say as we did," Shattuck confessed. Calumet smiled grimly.

"That means that the craft " He pointed toward the glowing object up in the barn. " incapacitated nearly dozen experienced, no doubt ruthless individuals? whether they were directly in front of it or out on road, before any of them could resist in any way. I believe any reasonable legal authority, on learning that, would cla.s.sify the device as dangerous and order it removed by the proper supervisory personnel.

"What will your Mr. Wheaton have to say about that?" he finished.

"Don"t know," Shattuck admitted.

"He was called back to San Francisco on business," his wife informed them, "but he"ll be back if we need him, don"t you worry. All we have to do is give him a call."

"Give him a call?" Chester looked confused. "I thought you didn"t have a telephone out here."

"We don"t. We got a lady in Cisco takes phone calls for us and relays them to the ranch via CB radio. We can get messages out the same way. One of them sent Cable hotfooting out of here two days ago. Took the plane from Abilene to Dallas and then out to the coast." Her expression turned angry.

"Now, that thing up there hasn"t killed a soul. It didn"t kill those coyotes, and I don"t expect it really injured those men. But I can see how you could jumble it up in a court to where you"d make it look like the thing was dangerous."

"Please believe me, Mrs. Shattuck," Calumet pleaded, "we don"t want to take anything that"s rightfully yours. You"ll be suitably reimbursed just for finding it, I promise in the name of the government. In fact, in a few days you should be hearing from "

"The President?" David blurted from the swing. "Ah, he called two nights ago. It was something!"

"I see," murmured Calumet, clearly surprised. "Uh, what did he say?"

"Pretty much what you all have told us, Mr. Calumet," Shattuck informed them. "Went on about how important the proper study of that thing would be to the country. How I ought to do my patriotic duty and turn it over to you without causing anyone any trouble and about how, like you just said, the government would make things right by us." He paused.

"I told him that if he wanted to make things right by us, he ought to take a look at how our taxes have gone up here for the past eight years."

"What did he say?" inquired a fascinated Chester.

"Said he"d look into it. Sounded like he meant it, too." The rancher pulled a pipe from a shirt pocket, commenced stuffing it with tobacco. At least, Chester was fairly sure it was tobacco.

"Reckon he"s no better and no worse than any other Washington politician. They all sound sincere. Anyhow," Shattuck finished, lighting up, "I told him we"d cooperate."

"You did!" Calumet seemed to rise off the ground, turned to shout toward the barn. "Sarah, Perry we can have it."

"In four days time," Beth Shattuck put in. Calumet turned back, blinking.

"In four days? Why four days?"

"Well," she went on, since her husband was puffing away, "we don"t believe like some folks do in keeping the lights up until New Year"s. It"s Christmas we celebrate!. People think it"s kind of funny of us to take them down so early, but then, they think we"re kind of funny too."

"That"s for sure," David put in, evidently relishing his family"s notoriety.

"And they"re right, for the most part," his mother went on. "For hereabouts, we are somethin" out of ordinary. Of course, we think everybody else around is a bit crazy, so there"s a nice balance struck."

"Four days," Calumet grumbled. "I suppose we can wait, but " He indicated the empty living room " what if more of their types show up?"

"Now, I have to admit, that"s a problem," agreed Shattuck, speaking around the stem of his pipe. "Soviets, you think?"

"Possibly," replied Chester guardedly. "One of them, their leader, was our driver. They knew exactly what was going on all the time, through him. But we have nothing far to indicate who they were working for." He indicated the fluorescent alien craft.

"That would have been worth anybody"s trouble. Sure it might have been the Soviets, maybe the Chinese." his surprise, he found he was chuckling. "Or perhaps the French, or the Rockefeller Foundation, I don"t know. Whoever it was will find out how monumentally unsuccessful they were.

"So if you don"t mind, just as a precaution, we"ll post a suitable guard around the ranch for the next four days."

"You don"t mean you"re going to let them keep it up there?" a startled Calumet broke in.

"What difference will four days make, Mr. Calumet?" Chester wanted to know, speaking in a sharp military manner for the first time. He was feeling a little lightheaded. "Remember the unfavorable publicity we could generate. We don"t want Mr. Wheaton flying back from San Francisco with a planeload of panting photographers drooling at his heels.

"When the proper time comes, I want to see the public informed of our discoveries through scientific journals and channels, as I"m certain you do not through the National Enquirer. Besides, it appears that the device likes it here. Any attempt to move it before we understand what motivates it and we could all be lying like logs out in the yard there.

"Anyhow," he added at the crestfallen expression on the young scientist"s face, "I don"t see why we couldn"t set up a few trailers here where you could study the device without having to move it . . . if the Shattucks will give us permission." He faced the rancher.

"Long as they don"t go breaking it apart until after the twenty fifth," Shattuck finally agreed. He knocked his pipe against a post, worked to refresh it. "After that they can take it apart to their heart"s content." He turned and stared at the subject of the discussion.

"It sure seems a shame, though, as pretty as it is." He let out a deep sigh, then turned back to Chester. "Not that we object to being protected, you understand, but be sure your people stay outside our fence. I don"t want them scaring the cows and tramping through the winter garden."

"Don"t worry, Mr. Shattuck," Chester rea.s.sured him, glad to be on familiar ground again. "They"ll be stationed well away from the house. Remember, we don"t want to draw attention to you."

"That"s okay, then," Shattuck agreed. "You can put your trailers over there, behind the greenhouse."

Chester turned, squinted into the darkness at a dull white building across from the house. He hadn"t paid much attention to it before.

"There are water outlets back there," Beth Shattuck told him. "You can hook your trailers up to them if you like . . .Tank"s plenty full."

"Thank you. That"s very hospitable of you," confessed Calumet, inclined to be friendly now. "What do you grow in your greenhouse, Mrs. Shattuck?" he asked . politely. "Tomatoes, house plants?"

She shook her head once, pulled out a pipe that matched her husband"s, and began filling it. "Nope Tropical orchids. You"d be surprised what the market for fresh grown orchids is in Dallas Fort Worth. I"ve been experimentin" with some intriguing cross pollination. I"ll show you later if you"re curious. Right now I"d better go, catch up on my beauty sleep. I need all I can get these, days." She turned and walked away, leaving the suave chemist standing open mouthed.

The past several days Joe Chester had slept soundly. Tonight his sleep was especially deep, since he could rest secure in the knowledge that tomorrow the troublesome, fascinating alien device would be safely on its way via military helicopter to the Manned s.p.a.ce Center in Houston, allowing him to spend at least a portion of the holiday with his family.

So the shattering roar and subsequent rolling concussion came as even more of a shock than it would have in the weeks previous. Chester, wartime reactions still active, threw himself out of bed. He was on his feet and stumbling outside before the trailer cot had ceased trembling.

Freezing air formed a weathery gauntlet that stunned his still warm skin even through the long woolen under wear. The numbness gradually gave way to a steady pounding.

A soft susurration rose from the surrounding knot of trailers as others came awake, uncertain queries volleying from trailer to trailer. A glance up and down the road showed distant lights winking on. There were two battalions of crack but nonetheless trigger ready troops stationed around the ranch, and they would need to know soon what was going on.

"Oh, my G.o.d, no!" an agonized voice sounded nearby. Then Calumet was rushing past him, clad in pajamas and robe, his bare feet kicking up dirt and gravel behind him as he ran toward the barn.

Goldberg and Tut appeared shortly thereafter, the big physicist struggling to clear his eyes and adjust his gla.s.ses simultaneously. Goldberg simply stared, her mouth moving slowly. She shivered a little and looked her age.

A light had gone out of the barnyard.

In its explosive departure the s.p.a.cecraft had taken the front half of the barn roof with it. Bits and pieces of wood were still raining down on them, clattering like hail on the metal roofs of the trailers and bouncing off the sprawling ranch house nearby. From the front porch the two dogs were barking and whining piteously.

Looking toward the house, he saw that all three Shattucks were standing there, gazing at the barn. At least, he reflected with stunned relief, they"d elected to display the device on the barn instead of their home.

"Due west," a shrill soft tone sounded behind him. Following Goldberg"s instructions, he turned his eyes to the western sky. A bright star was rising heavenward there, shrinking in intensity as he watched. It was gone quickly.

Goldberg sat down on the hard earth, her old flannel nightgown crumpling devotedly around her, and sobbed. Chester had no words to a.s.suage the loss of a lifetime"s opportunity.

Tut was trying to comfort her, but Chester could sense that the younger man was having difficulty holding back tears himself.

As was often true of people in shock, Chester was unaware of his own paralysis. With the clarity of the stunned he noted how only wisps of hay were falling now. He noticed as well that there was no fire in the combustible soft and that none of the fallen fragments of wood were so much as scorched. Their mechanical visitor"s method of propulsion was as infinitely cold as the reaches it was once again traversing cold and silent.

There"d been no muted roar of pitiful, primitive rockets, no whine of energy building. The initial crack had been the sound of bare wood and metal giving way. The subsequent booming had been produced by air rushing in to fill the path displaced by the craft"s departure. Again he looked at the vast hole in the barn and marveled at the acceleration achieved so rapidly.

A dejected figure was walking toward him, head staring dully at the ground. Calumet had both hands in the pockets of his robe, a picture of dejection too severe for the cold to affect. He stopped, noticing that the Shattucks had moved to stand midway between their home and the barn. Chester strolled over to join them all.

"Well," said Beth Shattuck to the distraught Calumet, "it appears like you were right, after all."

"Right?" he muttered, seeming to only half hear her.

"Yep. About it bein" dangerous." She pointed for; ward. "Look what it went and did to our barn. Come on, J.W.," she urged her husband, "we"d better go rea.s.sure those fool cows or they"ll give nothin" but Bu1garian b.u.t.termilk for a month."

The three Shattucks started for the remains of their barn. At least three and maybe four small gray black cats of dubious pedigree trailed in their wake.

Again Chester stared upward in the direction taken b the vanished visitor from another world, another system. He found that he had to look away. The stars beneath that cloudless big country sky were pressing unbearably close all of a sudden.

"What do you think happened, Mr. Calumet Jean?"

Somehow the chemist heard him and gave an indifferent shrug. "It was a robotic lander, probably similar in function to our advanced Viking landers. It set down here, gathered the information it was designed to, and left. Now it"s on its way home, that"s all." His gaze turned starward, unafraid.

"The operative question is, How long did it take coming? If it was ten years or something equally reasonable, we may finally meet some of those beings we always told ourselves are running around b.u.mping in each other like crazy out there. If it took a thousand then neither you nor I will be around to see it."

"I wonder if it set down here accidentally." Chester murmured. "In a way they might be as disappointed as we were after the first couple of Mars landings." He nodded at the barn. "It couldn"t have learned very much sitting up there."

"That all depends on what you want to study," countered Calumet. "I"m not so sure its touchdown here was as random as we might think. It was an incredibly sophisticated device. Can you conceive of an average family reacting to it as the Shattucks did? Their one reaction to it was that it was beautiful.

"Then we have the matter of the chicken stealing coyotes which the device paralyzed, not to mention those thugs on their way to your base. I"d give twenty years of my life to have a look at the sensing equipment inside that thing.

"Somehow it must have made up its mind that it liked the Shattucks and this location and that it wasn"t going to be moved. Furthermore, it was apparently intelligent enough to decide that the theft of chickens was detrimental to the family. Or that might just have been some sort of experiment. We"ll never know. Not now."

"It"s gone," noted Chester perfunctorily, "and there"s nothing we can do about it. I"ll make a report, calm the troops guarding the ranch, and then we can all go home, I guess. It"s finished."

"I wonder," Calumet murmured, gazing heavenward, "What?"

"Oh, nothing, really. It"s just that it"s not every night you see a new star recede into the firmament-funny coincidence."

"What is?" a puzzled Chester wanted to know.

Calumet looked at his watch. "That in a couple of hours dawn will break on the morning of the twenty-fifth." His smile was crooked. "Maybe we weren"t meant to have too close a look at our guest this time around. Merry Christmas, Major."

Calumet wrapped his robe a little tighter around him and walked toward the big trailer that held sleeping quarters for the three scientists. Chester headed for his own and the field telephone inside.

He hesitated with the door half open, even though he knew that the heat from the little electric heater was being sucked voraciously into the open air. His eyes went for the last time to the empty path the departed device had taken on its homeward course to no one knew where.

"And to all a good night," he whispered softly as he closed the door quietly behind him, shutting out the sky.

COLLECTIBLE.

It"s hard to see horror in bright sunshine, when it"s warm and all you"re wearing are shorts, a tank top, and sandals. It"s hard to see horror when everyone around you seems to be having a great time, laughing and taking life easy. But it"s always present. Even at its nicest, the world isn"t necessarily an inherently benign place. The best we can do is try to shut out the bead and concentrate on the nice. Because if we don"t, we end up turning ourselves over to an uncaring reality, to madness or hopelessness or worse.

There"s plenty of terror amid the sunlight. It"s just that most of us manage to shut it out. Occasionally, though, it impinges on our consciousness whether we want it to or not. The old drunk shambling across the street in front of the car. The bag lady sifting through garbage in hopes of finding something salable. The husband who goes berserk and murders eighteen family members in Arkansas. The teacher who finally has had too much and shoots a tormenting student.

That"s true horror. Not bloodsucking aristocrats who turn into picturesque flying mammals or vast shapeless eminences from imaginary universes.