2-Gun Western, February 1954 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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4 The caravan had started its long trek Westward. HE FOREMAN of the emi- grant jury rose. His name was Hritz Kramer, and he said in broken English, “Your honor, we find the prisoner guilty of stealing your horse.” Judge Bradshaw was portly and stern. “Windy River Hicks, stand.” Hicks stood. He was twenty- -four, dressed in riverman’s jeans and hick- ory, and if he had ¥ not been so dishev- eled by the capture Rs thirty minutes be- ab fore, he would have — passed for quite a ae handsome kid. “— have been called a hard man,” ae ew BADMAN ON THE Hot biscuits for a horsethief! But were they hot biscuits — and was Windy a horsethief? HARRY BENCH KROLL Judge Bradshaw said. “If I actually were, I’d sentence you to hang by the neck till you’re dead and let that be the end of you. But seeing as the horse you stole was my own,:-which might appear to make me prejudiced, I’ll postpone the sentnece till morn- ing, so’s you can study your sins.” “But Judge, I tried to explain that I bought the brute off a trader. I had The Judge waved hie hand. “You Ley a i heard the verdict. TA—=—=- | These gentlemen—” ay ae - pall ¢— is 3 ae mR he indicated the ea —— dozen unwashed, anil . unshaved journey- -$ = men— “said the 31 COMnicloOolkks by HARRISON (C@