Cowboy Short Stories, November 1939 — page 75: what you’re looking at

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

HE yelp of coyotes, and his own tuneless hum, had been Tombstone Frane’s music on the long trail north. But now, riding into Selby, there was added another song—the thin, high wail of a bullet viciously flung at him from ambush. He’d expected something like this. Ex- tee Opmgerwe ces tte ey Pe Bie dence mareat edi ts? por PLZ Beaks: @. 5 ae Ain ee Texas Ranger, Ex-United States Marshal, a professional gunman who had faced some of the toughest desperadoes of the two bor- ders in defense of law and order, the price of his life was an alertness for ambush. Besides, he was here in Selby on business, and business meant that men might lie in wait for him. A GREAT ACTION YARN OF A LAW GUNNY'S 16 Connicloookxs EO