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!...
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
January 1954
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
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.