VALLEY of the CROEN
By LEE TARBELL
There was a mysterious golden statue that always pointed one way—and it led to sudden death in the valley where flying disks landed.
Like a lodestone drawn to a magnet, the tiny golden statue leaped from his hand and darted toward its huge counterpart.
They say cross-eyed men are bad luck. He stood there, in my doorway, eyeing me up and down with those in-focused black eyes.
His face was... more...