Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 50 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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it He saw in that last desperate instant that the alien had now two excrescences on its back, smaller and less pronounced, and then his gun went off almost unnoticed. The flare of energy lashed out, and quite distinctly Jarril saw it lance in a beam of fire past the alien’s spade-shaped head. Then, through the srowl of the storm, a voice boomed, angry, frightened and full of invective. “What in blazes do -you think you’re doing?” And then, to Jarril, came the strangest event of all in this bizarre ten minutes. He found a peace, a_ kind of mental aloofness, imprison his brain. Somehow he knew that it was completely un- necessary to fire his hand-gun again. He stood up, the gun hand dropping to his side, TAKES and moved out from behind - the lee of the ridge. At once a hard human hand had gripped his upper arm and an angular body had bundled him back under the ridge again. In that second he had felt the full force of the wind and the thousands of flying blades that sported TWO in the wind, the teeth of ihe desert, ready to choke and strip and blind. “All right, son, take it easy.” The voice was human, rich and throaty, and just now sounding very dry and rasping. Jarril saw that the man’s head was almost fully enveloped in a_ shapeless hood-like garment, with only one opening from which peered a pair of brilliant sogeled eyes. “Who——” Jarril began. “Save it. Nasty storm coming up. Here, make your- self useful, if you want to. Grab this sheet and haul it over both of us.” The man leaned out into the torrential tide of sand-strewn darkness and pulled a heavy cloth sheet towards him as though he were a conjuror producing objects from a hat. “Sam!” the man bellowed, his voice rising briefly above the breath of the wind. “Sam!” A dark, monstrous form bulked inwards, and, even in the rushing wind, Jarril caught a whiff of strong, stomach - turning odours. He caught an edge of the sheet and pulled it over comiclooks.com