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"The Hunted Heroes" is a classic science fiction short story by Robert Silverberg originally published in the September 1956 issue of Amazing Stories.
Robert Silverberg is an American science fiction novelist, mainly known for his science fiction and fantasy works. He was born in New York on January 15, 1935, and has been actively publishing work since the late 1950s. His works are notable for their variety of subjects and styles, especially works such as "Dialect Hippopotamus" and "The Editor of Time."
Robert Silverberg is a science fiction writer who has published numerous novels, short stories, and collected novels over a period of more than 60 years. His works span a variety of periods and subjects, some of which leave a deep impression on readers with their realistic and human aspects.

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Summary
"Let's keep moving," I told Val. "The surest way to die out here on Mars is to give up." I reached over and turned up the pressure on her oxymask to make things a little easier for her. Through the glassite of the mask, I could see her face contorted in an agony of fatigue.
And she probably thought the failure of the sandcat was all my fault, too. Val's usually about the best wife a guy could ask for, but when she wants to be she can be a real flying bother.