Fifteen Western Tales, March 1954 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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“By God, it’s true! He’s quicker °n quicksand.” Bullets were Ed Gilcher’s business and he reaped his bloody profits alone—until he gambled his prof- its and his life on the guns cf a faster man! VERYBODY ON the _ Singletree range said there’d never be any man big enough to hold down the piece of graze along Kildeer Creek as long as Ed 22 A? +1 es ; se “re ‘> Ae _ N ‘ft , 2 x “4 ; : wy A, _ ‘ SD . ‘3 ’ at ira 5 A \! . e. > i Aue it oy oy A a oO fy af . r eS . . *'* yl WAY By HASCAL GILES Gilcher continued to run cattle next to it, and Dale Pardee hadn’t owned the place a week until the trouble sign was hanging over it. | Pardee, a quiet, unobtrusive man in his mid-twenties, had come in one day about dusk, and nobody had paid him much at- tention while he bought supplies at Jim Burke’s General Store. But when he showed up on Saturday night for the weekly dance at Stacy’s barn, folks began to realize he wasn’t just another stranger passing through. Appropriately, it was Ed Gilcher who GOMIGIOOKS.GO