Prescott stood to make a young fortune if he could capture a martian zloor--dead or alive! Was there a catch to it? Only for the hunter!... I was sitting on the cot in the little room at the rear of my hangarage, where I keep my equipment and most of my trophies, and cleaning my .257 Roberts when the knock came at the door. It was a sharp, decisive knock. Then the door opened and I saw Westley Marks for the first time. It didn't excite me.…
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