e to domestic animals. Dehornin',
emasculatin', brandin', slaughterin' with sledge hammers and butcher
knives, keepin' 'em in filthy barns. A man tells hisself he's superior
to other animals. If he does somethin' bad, he uses words like inhuman,
brutal, animal instincts, instead of admittin' it's just typical
behavior. And the psychologists take some animal, say a dog, and put him
in a maze, something the dog never saw before. If the dog don't run the
maze in two seconds flat, they say he's a pretty stupid animal. He just
operates on instinct, but they can't say how instinct operates. They'll
have a time explainin' Moe's instincts.

"I reckon the American bison made Moe madder than anything. They killed
the bison off, 'cept for protected herds, in the Nineteenth Century. A
hundred years later, the herds had got pretty big, so they declared open
season on bison. No more bison."

A recorded voice growled, "No guns permitted in ring. Deposit gun in
slot. No guns permitted in ring."

Stonecypher moved his permit in ineffectual passes before the electric
eye. He shrugged, dropped the revolver into the slot, and left his thumb
print. Catriona displayed the passes Ringmaster Oswell had given them.
The teveer blinked, and the gate granted admission. They rode the
escalator to the sixth tier and squirmed through pandemonium to their
seats.

The male portion of the crowd wore every possible style and color of
dress, in complete emancipation from the old business suit uniform, but
the women wore sober false-bosomed sundresses and expressed excitement
in polite chirps. Stonecypher pressed his mouth against Catriona's ear
and whispered through the din, "You got to understand, Cat, whatever
happens, Moe wanted it. He says he can scare some killers into givin' up
bullfights and maybe help stop it."

"He'll do fine, Stony."

Several spectators stopped venting their wrath on the unfortunate man in
the ring to gawk at the couple. Catriona's unorthodox physique aroused
sufficient amazement; but, in addition, Stonecypher gave her the front
seat and took the rear one, the correct place for a woman, himself.

Below, through a rain of plastibottles and rotten eggs, a tired man
walked to the barrier which Oswell advertised as the only wooden fence
in seven states. Behind the killer, a small electric tractor dragged out
the bloody carcass of a bull.

A gasping, gibbering little man grabbed Stonecypher's arm and yelped,
"Illard is the