2 Gun Western, May 1957 — page 77: what you’re looking at

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

_ LAST OF THE LOBOS The kid knew he was innocent, but the town knew he was a killer... . He was remembering Se by the day he gunned sf down Derrant's two hired killers. al through the door quickly, man who had made his gain. pushing it shut against the For that one second there was driving rain outside. As his glance something in the man’s attitude that came up, his eyes widened slowly at held Will where he was, against the the changed richness of the hotel lob- door. But his own, name was on the by, the deep carpeting upon which he girl’s lips then, in exclamation, and stood, and for the first time he be- he was meeting the pair at the foot came aware of his own seamy condi- Of the stairs, and thegpast two years tion: of the battered Stetson he wore, WéTe gone in the warm“ of her greet- the sodden, mud-caked boots, and the fg and the booming welcome of Grif- dripping, cracked wetness of the an- ith’s deep voice. ; cient slicker that covered his six- They were going in to dine and as foot frame. But surprise was not Will joined them he heard Griffith’s done. Before he could snake out of casual tones at his shoulder only the raincoat, the girl was there on the vaguely, his eyes renewing again his stairs, and behind her, shaken for the memories of this vivid, dark-haired moment from his customary beaming girl before him, this Linda Taylor smile of good will, stood Jack Grif- who had seemingly blossomed into %& TIME-HONORED WESTERN CLASSIC %& copyright 1949, Interstate Publishing Corp Be BOWMAN stepped fith, tall and looking the part of a 7 Comichbooksncona