Bult's

Now usually when we meet a loaner, they don't have eyes for anybody but Bult (or C.J., if she's there and the loaner's a male), especially if Bult's unfolding himself off his pony the way he was now, straightening out his back joints one after the other till he looks like a big pink Erector set.

Futures Imperfect Willis, Connie 1994

Up ahead, Bult's pony was stopped and drinking again.

Futures Imperfect Willis, Connie 1994

Carson lay back and put his hat over his eyes, and I got out Bult's purchase orders and went over them again, looking for clues.

Futures Imperfect Willis, Connie 1994

Bult's fines were nothing compared to the penalty for killing an indigenous life-form.

Futures Imperfect Willis, Connie 1994

Carson said, "You mean we're here freezing our hind ends off because Bult's trying to impress some female?"

Futures Imperfect Willis, Connie 1994

"Nobody's watching anything till we get a fire built and I make sure Bult's out there under that umbrella," he said, and stomped off for about the fourth time.

Futures Imperfect Willis, Connie 1994

Where Bult's pony had walked there were fifteen-centimeter-deep pawprints in the grayish-brown dirt.

Futures Imperfect Willis, Connie 1994

Its body was longer than Bult's umbrella, and it had a wide mouth.

Futures Imperfect Willis, Connie 1994

I took a grappling hook and Bult's umbrella and went down to get the tssi mitsse out of the water.

Futures Imperfect Willis, Connie 1994

She'd switched her shirt for one with even lower coordinates, and lights around the edges like the ones on Bult's umbrella.

Futures Imperfect Willis, Connie 1994