"I don't doubt it."
"You aren't like the others," Wilks said.
"Thank you."
"I mean most of the help we get out here are drifters looking for a stake. You could easy get yourself some land—make a go of it. We need good solid men out here. Now I've got a fine looking daughter—" Wilks paused. "Guess maybe I'm going too fast."
"Jean's a fine girl, but you don't know much about me, Mr. Wilks."
"The name's Tom and don't forget it. And don't think I'm going to nose into your business until you're ready to tell us. We're inclined to take people at face-value. We consider 'em first-rate until they prove otherwise. You might say we kind of follow our instincts."
Rex give him a quick smile. "One thing puzzles me."
"What's that?"
"How come there are no Martians working for you? The pay is good. I'd think they'd be swarming around."
"You don't know much about Mars, son. I've got a hunch there aren't many Martians."