2-Gun Western, November 1955 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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

Reno never got to use that knife! —- 66 HEY’VE caught the fellow who stole John Duncan’s horse!” The cry carried from claim to claim and sweating miners tossed aside FINAL CUR shovel and pan, stopped a moment to consider the news, and drifted toward the main camp. Caleb Halloway stirred. His six- foot frame was stretched comfortably in the shade of his tent, a favorite position in the late afternoons while other men labored. “John Duncan’s a fool and his horse is an ass,” Caleb said indignantly and the saying of it made him feel better; helped greatly to break the spell cast over him by the contents of a letter received that morning from one Ellen O’Faye. Ellen was a young lady of remarkable auburn-haired beauty who, in the past few months, had enlivened both Caleb’s life and the season of serious drama at San _ Francisco’s Washington Hall. Her letter from a Al " by L. V. PIDGEON remote camp called Dogleg, in answer to a brief note of his, was in the na- ture of a surprise and the veiled sum- |He'd put endless dusty imiles and numberless brawling gold camps be- tween them, but if was a question whether Caleb Halloway could ever for- get Miss Ellen O'Faye... 34 Comiclsooks.c©