"The Last Wayfinder"

Quick to right a wrong. Quicker on the draw. For twenty years, my job was helping folks by putting right what was wrong, until the influential corporation shut us down. Now I am outlawed and alone among the colony planets, playing the part of a space transport pilot. Being the last, I have a high price on my head. So, what was I thinking when I agreed to help a stranded 10-year-old girl? This girl is more than what she seems; she is hunted because of her special gift. Now the vile corporation will stop at nothing to steal her back and unlock her secret. Protecting her means confronting my past-which could be just as deadly-my very name attracts danger. With the full might of the well-funded corporation unleashed, space pirates in my way, armored mercenary commandos at every turn, and bounty hunters on my trail, I'd swear the galaxy itself is out to get me. It will take more than a miracle to survive, it will take The Last Wayfinder! __________________________________________________________ There have been times in my life when I knew that everything I prepared for had led up to a single moment. And there were other times when I have had to question what in the sam hill I was thinking. This was a sam hill moment. Anruk stepped aside, revealing me to Dr. Lenish. Dr. Lenish smiled. “Ah, the high and mighty Mr. Perry at last. Such good fortune I have to reacquire you. Our last meeting was…less than gentlemanly.” “The decency was that I gave you a chance to wise up instead of just shooting you on the spot,” I said, tensing up my bound fists. “Squeamishness, Mr. Perry. What you adorn with the title of decency is only squeamishness to do what is necessary for humanity. I have no such delusions.” He looked at Anruk. “Captain Anruk, please kill Mr. Perry.” My heart pounded and my breathing stopped...