Cowboy Short Stories, November 1939 — page 66: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A SMASHING COW-COUNTRY THRILLER OF AN OWLHOOTER WHO DREW LAST AND TRIGGERED FIRST! ~ ) BR MEMMID ip Oe es; a Resp Bardell screamed and slid back- wards, over his horse’s rump. DRYGULCHERS CAN'T QUIT! by I. L. THOMPSON The golden eagles earned in his last shoot-out would have hired a medico to remove the bullet that was speeding the Cheyenne Kid to an unmarked grave ... but the Kid gave the money to the tragedy-ridden son of the man he was paid to kill! rider on the long-legged dun mare around his thin, gashed lips. as man and horse came slowly A little while ago, when he had ridden along the muddy, rutted main street of through Sun Pass and looked down on Sig- Mesita. The Cheyenne Kid smiled bitterly. nal Valley, green and jewel-like under the He knew what invoked the fear, the distrust glory of a great, misty rainbow, he had felt and contempt on the faces of men when a thrill of homecoming. It came to him they looked at him. He knew he wore the then that perhaps this, his home range, brand of killer in his hard, expressionless could be a haven for him where he could 67 Nn: ONE spoke to the tall, gaunt gray eyes, in the relentless, immobile lines Gomichbookszeom