Action-Packed Western, May 1957 — page 75: what you’re looking at

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

Herb Martin was riding in KILLERS PURSE A. A. Baker Herb Martin’s gunsmoke feud against the unknown slayers of his father threatened to depopulate the town! HE JEFFERSON church was a clapboard shack on the dusty waste-lands that stretched to- ward the trickle of water seeping through the caked mud of the Rio Grande. Men coated in black, with string ties and narrow kerchiefs, stood in groups on the pounded church yard. They cursed under their breaths at the flies as the body was brought down the three steps. Sunlight struck on the bright nailheads of the raw coffin. The pallbearers were blanketed for a sec- ond by the shade of the east wall as they staggered under the weight of Jed Martin’s body. Gomichbooks (E)