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unfathomable.” He realized his blunder when Channing looked at him quizzically. In this era, hanging was a common occurrence and used by the law to mete out punishment for criminals. “I meant in the scheme of things,” he said. His generic comment really didn’t mean anything to clarify his mistake for using the term barbaric. If Channing noticed, he let him pass.
    “Matt Graham raised a spoiled brat who lacked fundamental rearing, intellect, and a conscience, so it’s safe to assume eventually he would succumb to a premature death,” he said unremorsefully.
    They rode in silence a good distance. Each was entranced in his own thoughts, basking in the quiet solitude surrounding the area as the sun shifted direction and dulcet shading covered the expanse of land that was welcoming, cooling, as Noor contemplated their discussion and its impact on his mission. With Channing placid, he had a moment to scan the internal file on the prejudices between Caucasians and Native Indians and read over the content.
    Within his world, there were discriminations related to specie types rather than skin coloring, and it presented problems on some planets more than others. Before his father married his mother, Magnus law prohibited the intermingling of classes except for procreation. Magnus males could breed with Earthlings and it was acceptable and became a common practice when extinction threatened the Magnus race due to the experiment of one scientist who created a drug that offered selective breeding and accelerated births.
    His father met his mother this way, and by the grace of the Immaculate Providence, instead of things turning out differently, they’d married. Because his father’s heritage made him royalty, selecting a non-Magnus woman, an Earthling at that, caused all types of complications until his father was able to have the law nullified. It didn’t stop the misconception unique genetics made someone a medical foible. For this reason, the census act required all mixed specie births documented and closely monitored to ensure pure Magnus people remained the majority.
    What his father accomplished set a precedence other planets followed, with the exception of a few who refused to accept certain conditions of tolerance. Oridus being at the forefront, its constitution made it illegal for someone of a different race to reign over the nation.
    He understood why Channing seemed bitter. It was ludicrous that people judged one another by a skin tone or a culture. Some species could shape shift to appear however they wanted, which solidified in his head the exterior of a person was nothing more than a vessel and didn’t reveal the true nature of a person. It was what was inside that counted.
    The sun descended behind the mountains and made him think of time, something which seemed to tick by at a faster pace than he anticipated, and roaming around lost for a full day and a half hadn’t helped matters. At home, he would have had a global-positioning device with all coordinates programmed, pertinent sites tagged, real-time update notifications, and a homing chip seeker module. He’d relied on because it could seek out targets and insert a microorganism in the person under surveillance and was a handy device. It made apprehension easier when he was ready to snag them. Not to mention a full team of resources at his disposal who could assist with the legwork. Unfortunately, another drawback was some static materials didn’t transport and he had to do things the old-fashioned way. He had studied about the Wild West, often depicted as untamed and uncivilized wilderness, in the reading material, but he hadn’t realized the truthfulness of the documentation until now.
    The inconveniences he encountered so far made him appreciate modern technology, like transportation that didn’t excrete bodily functions and vapors smelling like…a horse’s ass. He had to smile at that. What did he expect? Noor thought, watching the horse’s tail