2 Gun Western, May 1957 — page 92: what you’re looking at

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IM DEEVER looked older than ] forty-one. His white hair, the stoop in his shoulders, the crow- feet at the corner of his eyes, make him look fifty. Beside the pole cor- ral in the ranchyard he stocd and. watched the buckboard as young Brad Deever drove it over the rise and out of sight. Jim Deever fig- ured the kid was twenty years old, counted his birthdays from the time he had fyund him, a mite of a baby, the only survivor in a wrecked stage coach that had gone over a cliff. Be- fore he found the kid Jim Deever had been crooked as hell. But in the last twenty years he’d been straight. Jim Deever liked to remember that. He turned from where he stood at % TIME-HONGRED WESTERN CLASSIC * 92 ORSE, HELLION - by JOHN G. PEARSOL > The kid had the two outlaws sewed up. Jim Deever liked to re- member the day he'd hung up his guns, so folks could’t say young Brad's old man was an owlho- oter. That's what made it so hard, taking his guns down again.... the corral, stared at the two men who stood near the door of the cab- in. They were Jake Serle and Pinto Simms, and a haunted look sprang into Jim Deever’s eyes as he moved Copyright 1940, Western Fiction Pub. Ine. Z cComicbooks- com