Action-Packed Western Magazine, Vol. 3, No. 2 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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———— 32 _ ACTION-PACKED WESTERN Cass Rolf in Emily’s soft white arms, and of coming home to kill Cass for that. And now, he had done it. He had © _ whipped Rolf, and all he had to do was jump to safety. The exploding boilers of the Lone Star would do the killing. That easily, he could kill this man who had been his idol, his teacher, and his best friend... Slowly, Steve wiped a tear from his eye. He turned and lifted Relf’s limp body. He carried him to the side of the vessel and slipped into the water, holding him. if WAS LATE the next day. Steve was behind the wheel of the Lucy Furman, heading down the river. Lucy came into the pilot house and stood by the window. “Well, your pass- engers are resting easy,” she said bit- terly. “Ill never be able to understand men, You beat Cass Rolf to a pulp and then bring him back here for me to nurse back to health.” “IT guess,” Steve said, “‘men don’t always understand themselves,” She said, then, “I just saw Alec Du- pree and Frank Peychaud on the hur- ricane deck. They’ve had their fill of . steamboating; when we get back to New Orleans, they’re going back to the drug store business.” Suddenly she turned and walked over to Steve. Her chin was high. She held out a hand. “Well, congratulations, Steve Kent. You went after your woman and you brought her back. I w-wish you a lot featuring or yt na et pA rriteie mow wiry oe viet os nay pmor wry ae cer ar eraser a te et scabs, wash eile there 4 ign shnhad om) ie aetlaccnat toretrcetthose moroaron ore cree oe ae eK Seine 2 aap Ge se, > a a ie eee ee — eS SA OS Ee SE Se eee ek i ns tas et SS ee ee tS Slee een tree nraerenge: ~ Se = rn ae oe SS a ee = CRY VENGEANCE by Burt Arthur THE SUBSTITUTE | Judge Steele story by Lon Williams These and 13 others ave complete in the September A = ee eee = =. ae 2 Sa of happiness with her when you go west, though she'll probably double- cross you again the first chance she _ has.” “She probably would,” Steve drawled slowly. He looked at Lucy Furman with a smile tugging at his lips and a mischievous gleam twinkling in his eye. “Besides that, she’s afraid — of guns. Man going to the West ought to have a woman along who knows how to shoot. Indians out there.” Her lips parted and her throat worked. “Steve,” she whispered hus- kily. “Don’t... don’t make fun of me.” “Maybe,” he said; “I’ve been like Alec Dupree and Frank Peychaud all this time. I thought I wanted some- thing that looked glamorous, exciting and important. I guess I had to come out here to see the real worth of things. You’ve got more courage and character in your little finger than Emily Latour ever had in her entire selfish soul. I got what I came after— I gave Rolf a good licking. Now he can have Emily; it'll serve him right to have to live with her for the rest of his life.” “Steve,” she whispered, with trem- bling lips. Her big gray eyes stared at him, brimming with tears. “Come here and kiss me,” Steve commanded gruffly. “I want to see if you kiss that well all the time. Or if it was an accident.” It was no accident. She really did! svpemerunirevis } F cman ean es hd] Natcks cer \ eb byside VD ak Bak fl oh ymin ednatheean es tsar os baa oan Oe ee RE = a — San a a eS (a) , EComicbooksscom