Monk had enough Devil Egg seeds to retire for life. But there was the matter of the pretty Martian girl, eliminating Luke, and, of course-- The cool Martian wind crept across the rust-red expanse of desert. Occasionally its soft touch stirred the thorny leaves of Devil's Eggs--the squat black plants which peppered the silent monotony. Here and there a wisp of sand spiraled upward into the bright, thin morning.…
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