Joktar didn't know who he was nor where he'd come from. He had led a gamin orphaned existence in the spacemen's helltown of interstellar New York all his remembered life -- he'd grown adept a dodging the law, outwitting the criminal. But he knew no special reason why all the forces of the civilized galaxy should suddenly concentrate on him. Joktar ran for his ilfe. He ran right out of th Solar System, straight across the galaxy and holed up in the aptly named Constellation of the Wolf. And waited for his hunters.
1959.