Action-Packed Western, May 1958 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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

Pat Curran, and his brother, Larry, had both ridden owlhoot trails when they broke away from home. But Pat had long since deserted outlawry, and now that his father was dead, he intended to run the ranch as the elder Curran always hoped he would.: Only there was still Larry — and Larry preferred the wild and lawless ways... FEUDIN’ » GUNS NOVEL of BOOT HILL BROTHERS HE SAGGING brim of a dust- laden Stetson slanted low over his slitted eyes, Pat Curran jogged slowly across the desert toward the setting sun. The purple haze deepened as _ his sweat-streaked roan threaded through bunched spear grass and_ bristling thickets of prickly pear. The sinking sun silhouetted the distant Dragoons, burnishing their jagged crests with glowing crimson. But the grey-shirted by Harlan Clay rider had no eye for scenery. His thoughts were upon a scrap of paper, torn from the Tuscon Gazette, that re- posed in his pants pocket. He knew the curt ‘announcement by heart: 25 Dollars Reward. For whereabouts of Patrick and Laurence Curran, sons of John Curran, deceased, Apache Val- ley, Ariz. “ P, Williams, (Attorney), Apache City. - Gomicboo cS x = ie Foe ee eh OU (E(0)