Dexter is a combat soldier assigned to a colony world that, fifty years earlier, rebelled against the Combine. It's a peaceful world, now, and the inhabitants are physically adapted to their world--lighter-gravity and wetter than the world Dexter and his fellow soldiers and the Combine's miners are adapted to. Dexter is on planet alone, with his support in orbit and at the other end of a link. He's there to be the eyes and ears of the Combine, to watch out for any lingering resentment, resistance, or hostility.
He's not finding any.
And then suddenly there's a murder, of a miner by a colonial, and no one is more confused as to why than the murderer. When more murders, equally strangely lacking motivation or more than momentary intention, he has to figure out why, and how to stop it.
It's a well-written story, but as grim in its underlying assumptions as the others in this anthology.
I bought the anthology that includes this story.
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