This was a short story where a ship was answering a distress call, and landed on an alien planet. I believe the crew who initially made the call were all dead when they arrived, but then people started acting weird because they were somehow taken over by a parasite that hid in the sand and stung them through the soles of their boots.
The main protagonist was a scout or surveyor or something, and so had magnetic boots to climb the mountains, protecting him from the stingers that popped up out of the ground. The aliens, via their proxies/hosts, want to return to Earth and proliferate. He decides to drug all of the other crew members, and a party of them come out onto the planet’s surface after him. He knocks them all out/disables them somehow, returns the ship to orbit and somehow everything comes out all right in the end.
Any ideas on title/author? I feel as though it is an older work, not Asimov or Bradbury but of the pulp sci-fi era, but that may be just due to the overall writing style the author employed.