2-Gun Western, November 1955 — page 58: what you’re looking at

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A TINHORN & OT by D. B. Ny - NEWTON | «2. OM KELSEY had been so sure of winning that his eager fin- | gers were already dragging in the pot before Lew Hatton had a chance to spread his own cards upon the green-covered table. When he saw the hand that beat his own, however, the rancher stopped. He studied the cards with worried blue eyes. And then, slowly, he pushed the chips back into the center of the table and said, “Guess I was a little sud- den.”’ He even tried to smile a little, but the result was some- thing that looked very sick. Lew Hatton didn’t smile. He never permitted himself that luxury, When he was ~~ ~ ' { ve Kelsey was an easy mark for the gambler. working, his sallow face with its clipped mustache and closely-lidded eyes never changed expression. He went to work now stacking the chips Meehan Ip ebietig he had won for the : TIME @) HONORED’ ; house, and gather- » 3 WESTERN €> ing the cards me- : & W&CLASSIC : copyright 1941, Loerecccvcvceccerooes Manvis Pub, Ino. 59 " . § p” - “ip ’ - - CHOOSES LEAD Lew Hatton had seen men bullet-blasted crumple to the dust before his six- guns, but this was one blood-hungry gent he'd have liked to lose the draw fo.... thodically in his ee | lean fingers. The Rafter K 4]! “74 pe WN Gs 4 - owner was fidgeting a bit, uncertain- ly, a frown on his homely, red-burnt face as he eyed Hatton. He opened his mouth hesitantly, said, “I’m—I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to let me sign some more paper, Hatton. I put a’ little more than I had into that Ot—— = : The gambler looked at him sharply. Without a word he put down the Comicsooks.€©