 What likely happens to Ledman after the story ends?
THE HUNTED HEROES By ROBERT SILVERBERG The planet itself was tough enough—barren, desolate, forbidding; enough to stop the most adventurous and dedicated. "The surest way to die out here on Mars is to give up." Nothing but what had stopped us could stop a sandcat: sand in the delicate mechanism of the atomic engine. When Val's tired and overwrought there's no sense in arguing with her. Behind us somewhere was the comfort of the Dome, ahead nothing but the mazes and gullies of this dead world. We knew the pay was poor, but we had felt it a sort of obligation, something we could do as individuals to keep the industries of radioactives-starved Earth going. The geiger kept up a fairly steady click-pattern, but never broke into that sudden explosive tumult that meant we had found pay-dirt. I stopped, slipped out of the geiger harness, and lowered myself ponderously to the ground. She slid down beside me, curled up, and in a moment she was fast asleep, sprawled out on the sands. Maybe we shouldn't have come to Mars after all. I looked down at Valerie's sleeping form, and thought of our warm, comfortable little home on Earth. I watched her, sleeping peacefully, a wayward lock of her soft blonde hair trailing down over one eyebrow, and it seemed hard to believe that we'd exchanged Earth and all it held for us for the raw, untamed struggle that was Mars. It's because we wanted to keep what we had. We had no ties on Earth that couldn't be broken without much difficulty. I was neatly bound in thin, tough, plastic tangle-cord, swathed from chin to boot-bottoms, my arms imprisoned, my feet caught. And tangle-cord is about as easy to get out of as a spider's web is for a trapped fly. It had been spun on us only a short time ago, I realized. He wore an outmoded, bulky spacesuit and a fishbowl helmet, all but the face area opaque. Through the fishbowl I could see hard little eyes, a yellowed, parchment-like face, a grim-set jaw. He might have been sitting there for hours, complacently waiting to see how we'd wake up. He reached for the tanglegun, flipped the little switch on its side to MELT, and shot a stream of watery fluid over our legs, keeping the blaster trained on us all the while.
 He will undergo physical and mental health care before starting over
 He is given new legs and can start a new life  He will rejoin the search for uranium  Even with his wheelchair he must receive mental health treatment  He will undergo physical and mental health care before starting over