Inhibition by James Causey

Planetfall.
Here the forest was green and cool. A soft, damp wind promised rain. The colonists moved down the ramp, staring at the crew members piling crates of supplies in the meadow beyond.
Frowns. Then whispers.
Saxon glanced up. His nostrils flared. “Hurry,” he told the crewmen, and came forward, beaming. He was tired. It showed in his feverish, too-bright smile as he said, “Afraid Engineering’s a little behind schedule. They’ll be here tomorrow morning to erect your city. Tonight you’ll have to rough it.”