2-Gun Western, November 1955 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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

“THOU SHALT NOT KILL...” by ELLIS SLOAN ORN RODE out of the pass at 1) noon, a tall man whose angular face bore the weather-honed mark of long years a-saddle, yet whose brown eyes were kindly. In all Ari- zona Territory, there wasn’t a circuit- ' riding minister who rode so wide a loop, or had hung his hat in so many back-trail places. Here the land fell away before him broken with ravines and dark pine reaches, threaded with the quicksilver Then Gruber was upon Dorn, battering him with blows! of a small winding river, sweeping downward toward the valley of the There were times, Dorn thought, when he was tempted to forget the words in the Good Book. When he longed to use the six-gun on his hip....