Western Story Magazine, May 12, 1934 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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

CAA fo iek 5 ioe 4 ° aon « tee NEECGENH OFELIA nig Ss ‘ . ** A) -* < t ry . - 4 .4n% + . * Ys: CALICO HOLE By FRANK RICHARDSON PIERCE Author of “Patriarch of the Peaks,” etc. CHAPTER I. OVER THE WALL. GHOST of a man whose wasted face was the color of old cheese dismounted at Calico Springs, drank briefly from the cool wa- ter, then trudged up the path to the Ford ranch house. “Hello!” he called. “Hey! Alice! Alice Ford!” His shouting ended in- a violent fit of coughing. A slim girl with blond hair and tragic eyes under startling dark brows came hurriedly to the door and stared briefly. Her expression indicated she was prepared for al- most anything. Living near Calico Hole, the hang-out of the Sanchez outlaws, had taught her to expect wounded and often dying men, but this creature whose face was the color of old cheese dismayed her. “Come in,” she invited. “Why, it's Bud Coe!” “What’s left of him,’ Coe said hoarsely. “A year.in Beasley's jails,