2 Gun Western, May 1957 — page 41: what you’re looking at

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

DANTE FALOO by MARION GEORGE "You'll all let Dante kill me," Simpson screamed, HE WORD had gotten around. Mr. Avery, Jim Mc- Roberts and myself, we waited and watched from the window of the Glass Slipper, Jim’s saloon. Up and down the street we could see every- one peek out of their doors and win- dows, look at Simpson’s place, then draw back to wait. I glanced down the street where Simpson’s office was. His full name “Martin John Simpson” arched across the windsw like a rainbow. Below it was lettered “LAWYER”. I remembered the first day I saw him. I had come up from Oklahoma. Being single and footloose I shifted Where was he, what did he look like? Nobody knew. Ali anybody knew was about his gun. A strange kid with a strange name, with that gun.... jobs a lot, and finally ended up help- ing Mr. Avery work his small spread outside of town. I’d ridden in for Mr. Avery’s mail that day and stopped at the Slipper on the way out. Simpson had a crowd around him. CoOmicbooks.com