Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 72 — page 92: what you’re looking at

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REWARD FOR ~VALOUR by MARK CLIFTON To a man taught high ideals compromise isn’t easy. Sometimes such a man grows tired of compromise and steps on his own road to personal integrity HE NOSE OF THE shuttle ts still pointed up- ward away from Mars. Around us there are only the black and empty reaches of space. We are headed out towards the stars— in a leaky old shuttle hardly able to lift against the light gravity. There will come a point when the nose will falter, level, turn downward. The gravity will win. We will streak Marsward —faster—and faster “T’ll need a ticket for the shuttle back to Marsport,” I said to the old fellow who ran the Trading Post. Old 91 Sam looked me over in the manner of country folk, pointedly unimpressed, and without hurrying he came from around the counter. To further show how un- impressed he was, he stopped at a pile of cured hams beside the candy counter, where peppermint sticks and round lemon drops were displayed through the glass. I walked over to him and pulled my government pass from my inside pocket. He looked at it, without touching it, and looked at me again. Indifferently, he walked over to the open doorway and comiclooks.conn