Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from Amazing Stories August 1960. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.
They didn't think of themselves as
pioneers. They simply had a job to
do. And if they had to give up
money, or power, or love—or life
itself—that was the
FEE OF THE
FRONTIER
By H. B. FYFE
ILLUSTRATOR EMSH
rom inside the dome, the night sky is a beautiful thing, even though Deimos and Phobos are nothing to brag about. If you walk outside, maybe as far as the rocket field, you notice a difference.
Past the narrow developed strip around the dome, the desert land lies as chilled and brittle as it did for eons before Earthmen reached Mars. The sky is suddenly raw and cruel. You pull your furs around your nose and check your oxygen mask, and wish you were inside something, even a thin wall of clear plastic.