Ace High Western Magazine, March 1941 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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

SIXGUN SAVIOR OF DOOMED RANGE 15 er’s mouth was queerly twisted. Above the crisp, silver-black beard his eyes were somehow puzzled. “Doc!” One big, hair-padded hand gripped Breaker’s arm. “‘Doc—is she—” Doc’s voice had a softness to it. “I don’t know how bad she is yet. You can help by setting down and keeping out: of my way.” He pointed at a chair in the corner. Big Scotty Hallett sat down and watched, crouched forward tensely. Bull couldn’t look at his face. Scotty appeared not to notice him. Paso Anson leaned against the door jamb, building a cigarette that never seemed to get finished. No emotion altered the hard bite of his saddle-colored features. He had been with Scotty twenty years ago, when Eve Hallett died. There was another whose lidded eyes watched as coldly as though this were a game of stud poker. If the hole card Doc Breaker shortly uncovered was a death verdict, Bill knew that Barney Sloane would be the first to talk trouble. The saloon man brought the odor of cigars and brandy on his natty gray broadcloth suit. A brown mustache fringed his long Private Notes trom Mrs.M--s upper lip. His crooked Italian cheroot was cocked upward, and the gray-green eyes wandered up and down the room. It was a standing jest in Frijole Flat that Kingbolt was on the skids and Barney Sloane was selling them the grease. In these months when there was not enough water to make a crop of grass, Scotty Hal- lett and his neighbors had to bring it in. They had to pay the Phoenix farmers a good price for it. If Scotty lacked the cash, Barney Sloane was never short. Time was a thread that spun through the waiting men’s minds. It seemed it would never snap. Breaker had finished _ setting the leg and clipped the hair on the back of the girl’s head. The lesion was deep. A little moan came from Jeanie’s lips when strong antiseptic was poured into the wound. Swift hope yanked Bill Bronce and Scot- ty Hallett up on their feet. Breaker scowled them back. “Nothing to get ex- cited about.” As they sat down again the thump of boots sounded on the front porch. An in- distinct murmur, shot through with occa- sional higher voices, seeped through the closed door. : It tasted © @ piece of fine cbocauar The action of Ex-Lax is thorough, yet gentle! No shock. No strain. No weakening after-effects. all nigm- ; a dn’t upset ae bit Headache’s al #2. ond I feel bright 9° Just an easy, comfortable bowelmovement that brings blessed relief. Try Ex-Lax next time you need a lax- ative. It’s good for every member of the family. Gomicboo cS (E@)