2-Gun Western, November 1955 — page 90: what you’re looking at

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

HARDCASE OR COWARD USS KILRAIN cursed sudden- cabin was a fenced garden, green with R ly, with angry surprise, and his young vegetables. A few scrawny upraised hand halted the five cows grazed nearby. hardfaced riders behind him. Kent Varing’s eyes shifted and “What the hell!” Kilrain growled. probed thoughtfully the length of the “Somebody’s took up in that old shack narrow valley along which they had down there. That’s bad luck, for who- been riding. It began with the hills ever it is. It means another killin’!” that rimmed the northern end of San The smoky, reckless eyes of Kent Simon Basin, and traversed the basin’s 2p ON by GUNNISON eer See Sst ee ; : Then bei pipwegins ’ ad Rag: —- were blasting down P , ee “ into the gorge. : WESTERN a ss — pe n gorg . ef et aK CLASSIC en ty eel Be we $99 499044946246%40944 ‘may 7) . 3 en: P $640 065 500060 — — aod The years had hardened Kent Varing, turned him into a bitter, cold-eyed man whose law lay in his lightning- fast guns. No mere slip of a girl could turn him back from the dark trails now.... Varing, riding next to Kilrain, fol- entire length; its southern outlet was lowed the gaze of the outlaw leader. a thin cleft in the hills that was a Smoke was curling lazily frorn the gateway into Mexico. In spots, it was mud chimney of the cabin that hud- really a canyon. One of these spots died amid gaunt cottonwoods at the was just beyond the cabin, where the foot of a decline three hundred yards’ granite walls drew in till they almost away. The place looked desperately touched. poor, but neat. At the back of the “That won’t do,’ Russ Kilrain was 91 econnicbooks CO