Action-Packed Western Magazine, Vol. 3, No. 2 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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" Depgulch McBain lived a life of stain, And lawmen would rave and rare ee ee When they saw him ride, guns at his side, THE With a look that was debonair. He sneered and leered and was rightly feared, For his guns spoke a harsh command, _ That sheriffs heard, and then inferred OF _ It was best they not countermand! _ DRY- GULCH McBAIN Edward Garner He stood six four, or a trifle more, With two hundred pounds of meat, And his face was tough and his look was tough, _ And his eyes were as cold as sleet. His hands were hams like battering rams, That could crush and could pulverize, That others saw with a touch of awe, And turned from with dismayed sighs. Billy-the-Kid stood high amid The citizens known as tough, And old Wild Bill wasn’t run of the mill When things got a trifle rough; Drygulch McBain, with a cold disdain, Stood tops in the bad man’s clan, For where the Kid and Wild Bill left off Was where McBain began! McBain did wrong when he stole a strong - And ready-for-market herd, And drove it down the road to town With many a sinful word! Its owner came, with her eyes aflame, A girl named Sue Malone, And her vengeful wrath made a thorn-flecked path McBain had to tread alone! She turned her cows with some uttered vows That McBain would pay and pay, And they did not roam on their way back home. For McBain showed them the way. | He led the way, we can rightly say, For her gun in his muscled side Was all required—by it inspired He made an unerring guide! Dawn followed dawn, the years passed on, © While she kept McBain her slave, To round up steers and abstain from beers, And wish he were in his grave! ~ She did not flinch, did not budge an inch, And McBain walked a straight, straight line, And he often paled as his soul bewailed His lot—with no anodyne. - ‘The last great blow he was to know, It carried a great dismay, Was when Sue spoke, firm as an oak, And said, “We'll get hitched today!” He pleaded long, but her will was strong, And the parson who tied the twain Said in afteryears that he saw tears — In the eyes of Drygulch McBain! — = ~COmMicbooks.com