I obtained this book through the Kindle Unlimited program.
Fifty-three year ago, I took my first outside-the-yard job: shining shoes in a barber shop. It was a great job for a kid in the 8th grade. On some days, with tips, I could make as much as $3 - $4 per day, at a time when a shine cost a quarter. Since I liked work a LOT more than I liked the pit of a school I attended, I also performed there a lot better than I did at school, and my mama made me quit, when I started bringing home Fs on my report card.
It was my first lesson about jobs, even if I didn't know it was a lesson:
“There are LOTS of reasons why people quit jobs.”
Since that stint shining shoes, I've had 35 other jobs (list available by request), and learned other lessons about people and places they work. The shortest job I ever worked was four hours, working for a janitorial service. The longest job I had was my last, which I worked until I retired. Here's are some corollaries to the first lesson:
“Lots of people start, but not that many last.”
“The people that DO last, learn. People who don't learn, don't stay.”
And, in the case of Abe Murdock, the job is mercenary. He did that job for 60 years, and he learned. That's significant, because a PRIMARY exit path for people who didn't learn was death from unnatural causes. I wouldn't go so far as to say that Murdock knew all there was about being a merc, but that's the way I'd bet, if the occasion ever came up. In his time with various merc units, in assorted roles, he saw a LOT of people who just weren't cut out for the job. In some cases, they were able to quit, and go do something else. Too often, though, their separation package included asphyxiation or penetrating trauma or any one of the many, many ways for a person to terminate in a hostile universe. He didn't come through it without his own set of scars, but he learned from every engagement, and became just a little bit tougher and harder to kill, a little bit harder to push around, and a lot more likely to accept the hand he was dealt when there were no other options.
That's why, when he is declared dead after being missing for six months following a (lost) battle in space, he doesn't whine, scream, pound on doors until his case is HEARD! ...or any of the other things that would be futile. Instead, he calls in some favors, gets a new stake, and heads for a retirement planet, where he can sit on his front porch with a cool glass of tea and rock.
Nobody REALLY thinks that's going to be the way it develops, do they?
For reasons apparent to people who aren't Murdock, his retirement planet of Valais has become the equivalent of a Wild West town where bad guys are stealing water rights, or grazing rights, or mining rights,or whatever, and are trying to drive off the sodbusters, sheep farmers, or non-violent small business owners. It's not Murdock against the entire universe, fortunately. I'm not sure that would have changed his plans, but the fact that there are some other retired mercs in town gives him some options.
He exercises them.
And there are twists, and plot-thickening. Read it and see if you don't agree!
Personally, as an old guy, I like this kind of story. I don't claim to be a Murdock, but I'd be a part of his crew. YMMV.