Fifteen Western Tales, January 1953 — page 85: what you’re looking at

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Sheriff Sam Fenton had coolly faced the guns of many an owlhooter—but now it was his ex-saddle-« mate who was leveling a Colt at his heart! as . a? ei In the face of that leveled gun he was helpless. ... BRING HEY found a horse with a Three 9 they knew that Clint Farley had failed in DEAD! his desperate bid for freedom.. They knew that they had run Farley down, that the By JOHN C. drama begun some two hours before—when Farley had shot his way from the Saddle Cc OL OH AN Rock jail—would end somewhere within the ‘ _ towering walls of the Rawhide. Mocking walls, they must have seemed to Farley then—to that bitter man playing out Copyright 1934 by Popular Publications, Ine., ; a losing hand wit hin the rock-lined trap ° For under the title: “Manhunt.” Rawhide is a blind—a great circling amphi- 83 COmiclbooks brand at the mouth of Rawhide Cane yon, and because the horse was dead, CO