Ace High Western Magazine, March 1941 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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

ee * Pur : e other around Jean Hallett’s slender waist. His long, spare body was caught in a sweat. He had half a fear that he would miss one of the hairpin turns in the road, half that Scotty Hallett would discover Jeanie gone before they had time to win enough headstart. “Happy, Bill?’ her soft blonde head moved closer to him'on his shoulder and he saw the flash of her gray-blue eyes. DOOMED RANGE a : inet 0252 iio Fare 1 BP 0e J ne eee ae ry Ye F (f_& a. 4 Cw ty a “ny fe af os i re EF The attack cut the renegades out and drove them at a run to the shelter of the barn. ... “How could I help it?” Bill asked. But the misery etched deeply on his face said that he was lying. | They hated having to do it like this. Jeanie Hallett’s idea of a wedding was a house crowded with joshing ranchers and their families; tables of food and tubs of punch, noise and color and gaiety. And later, after the ring was on her finger, trying to get away without being caught. Instead, they were sneaking off, hoping to reach Sacaton by morning and be mar- ried. Then they would take a train and leave the Kingbolt country forever ; settle in California, maybe, or Colorado, There was nothing left for them in Kingbolt— nothing but greed and hate. Scotty Hal- lett had said he would see Bill Bronc dead 9 ComicoookSs. CGOnn