Pulp Fiction, 1934 · page 65 of 148
Western Story Magazine, May 12, 1934 — page 65: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Page This is a **story prose page** from a pulp fiction magazine featuring the opening of "Trail Pardners" by Seth Ranger. The page includes a small illustration at the top depicting two rough-looking men in what appears to be a frontier setting, with one figure lying down and another standing nearby. The visible text shows the beginning of a humorous Western tale about two quarreling partners—"Hard-rock" Shipley and "Poke" Tupper—who bicker over annoying habits (coffee-slurping) and threaten to fight. The scene depicts frontier cabin life with domestic details (moose steak, sour-dough bread) amid escalating comic conflict between the two men.
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kl RAIL PARDNERS By SETH RANGER Author of “Gold Guard,” etc. | HE fringe of red whis- kers around “Hard-rock” Shipley’s jaw suddenly bristled; his eyes glared, and abruptly he set down his cup of coffee and shook a gnarled fist at his partner, “Poke” Tupper. “Stop siphonin’ your coffee,” he roared. “Every time you take a mouthful, it sounds like a sump pump in a mine. 5I-l-l-u-u-u-up! S]-I-l-u-u-u-up! All winter [ve heard it. I hear it in my sleep.” “Yeah,” Poke flared, thrustmmg a small head supported on a long tur- key neck halfway across the table. “And I’m sick of hearin’ you com- floor. plain mornin’, noon, and night. If it wasn’t you was such a helpless little runt and needed a big strong man like me, I'd have pulled my freight long ago.” “Me helpless?” screamed Hard- rock. “Me? Why, you long drink of water! I’m comin’ around the table and take you apart.” He jumped up. “No, on second thought it’d take me too long to reach you. I’m comin’ direct!” He hurled the table aside, and dishes, moose steak, sour-dough bread, along with knives, forks, and spoons, clattered to the ; Hard-rock’s fist started for Poke’s jaw, But as the lames Meer