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Short story read in the late sixties, doubt if it's longer than twenty or thirty pages, real pulp stuff. One of that genre of space exploration adventures where there are always new planets to be discovered and exploited, and small all-male crews in leaking rusty spaceships hope to make their fortune. The captain is usually capable of sorting out any disagreements with his fists and the crew members are a variety of old hands, at least one of whom is prone to alcoholic binges on hidden liquor.
All I actually remember is that
(1) it's told from the point of view of the captain
(2) there's a major argument in which one of the crew comes very close to firing his handguns on another, and this is observed to be very out of character. (I think his defined role is that of sharpshooter to protect others from attack on new planets and he wears his handguns in hip holsters).
(3) the argument is finally resolved and the captain is able to resume command. It ends with him reflecting that it hasn't been a bad trip at all, there was only one mutiny.
It's possible it may not have even made it into an anthology.
All I actually remember is that
(1) it's told from the point of view of the captain
(2) there's a major argument in which one of the crew comes very close to firing his handguns on another, and this is observed to be very out of character. (I think his defined role is that of sharpshooter to protect others from attack on new planets and he wears his handguns in hip holsters).
(3) the argument is finally resolved and the captain is able to resume command. It ends with him reflecting that it hasn't been a bad trip at all, there was only one mutiny.
It's possible it may not have even made it into an anthology.
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