 What kind of person is Ron?
THE HUNTED HEROES By ROBERT SILVERBERG The planet itself was tough enough—barren, desolate, forbidding; enough to stop the most adventurous and dedicated. Nothing but what had stopped us could stop a sandcat: sand in the delicate mechanism of the atomic engine. She had been just as much inflamed by the idea of coming to Mars to help in the search for uranium as I was. 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. No, we had decided together to come to Mars—the way we decided together on everything. I stopped, slipped out of the geiger harness, and lowered myself ponderously to the ground. "What'samatter, Ron?" "Ron—" "Don't try to move, baby. 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. I thought I knew everyone on sparsely-settled Mars. Earth needed radioactives, and the only way to get them was to get out and look. The great atomic wars of the late 20th Century had used up much of the supply, but the amount used to blow up half the great cities of the world hardly compared with the amount we needed to put them back together again.
 A curious and determined man who does his best
 A curious and determined man who does his best  An impulsive man who does not pay attention to others' needs  A doting husband who follows his wife to Mars  An adventuresome soul but still a timid one