Cowboy Short Stories, November 1939 — page 76: what you’re looking at

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

AV A a*\ ‘ f by ERIC THANE . : When he learned that by accepting a fortune from the hellions he was pledged to kill, he would make every kid in town a law-flaunting gunling, Tombstone Frane was willing to trade a sack of golden eagles for a boothill epitaph! He wasted no time. He dropped out of kid still in his early teens scrambled in re- the saddle and charged across the street. treat through the weeds of a vacant lot. Instinct told him that no killer had fired ‘“Hey, there!’’ Frane called out. “Halt!” the shot, and he saw when he rounded At the harsh steel in his voice, the young- the corner of a store that he was right—a ster froze with defiant fear. He trembled, PILGRIMAGE TO A POWDERSMOKE PURGATORY! TT CoOnniclooo (C©@