Hutch was used to taking what he needed and moving on. And A’ris was a means to an end; a way to fund his passage through the Outer Provinces. Once he reached the Outer Banks, he could use some of his escort money to buy a skiff or possibly something better – a one way ticket off the driest planet in the known universes.
He wouldn’t make the same mistake he did on the worker ship. He wouldn’t let the persuasions of the female form sway him to stick around longer than he was needed.
As Hutch made his way back to Besnik’s tent, avoiding the upturned faces he passed, he knew the beginning of his work relationship with A’ris was already stamped with an expiration date. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if it meant he had to leave the girl on the road, alone, with only the winds to push her forward. Hell, it wasn’t his journey.
Take the money and run, he thought.
– Copyright Trish Marie Dawson, (Hutch & A’ris)