Alien Equivalent by Richard R. Smith - Martians were weak, sensitive, a dying race, frail and impotent before the superiority of master Earthmen. Only in the sly and mentally skillful game of Duchal might sons of the red planet emerge gloriously from their shells.
Chester Farrell emerged from the narrow alley and paused before the barbed wire fence.
Behind him, the Martian city was a maze of strange sounds, angular buildings, acrid odors and dark shadows.
Before him, beyond the fence, three spaceships pointed their bows toward a star-studded sky. The slender ships gleamed dully in the starlight as they rested on the red desert.
He touched the money in his pocket to reassure himself that at last, he had the fare for the trip to Earth.
His eyes scanned the heavens, searched for the bright light that was Earth.
Earth! In itself, the planet meant little to him. The seas, mountains, valleys and forests did not cause the burning desire inside him.
He closed his eyes and remembered a brick house in Cleveland and the brown-haired woman and chubby boy who lived there. He recalled slender, soft fingers that touched him gently and a small form that waddled uncertainly across their living room floor.
Three years ago, he had left Louise and Sammy on Earth. He had come to Mars to make a small fortune.
The dream had not materialized: the Mars Mining Corporation didn't want to pay their employees good salaries although the ores transported to Earth sold for tremendous profits. They paid their employees as little as possible.
It was simple: Governments wanted colonists on Mars to exploit the planet. Mars Mining wanted colonists to remain and operate their mines. The two groups, political and business, collaborated.
