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THE POLKA POT 
NECKERCHIEF TO. 
MASKED OWL HOOT 
WAS WE AS INS 
WWEN HE 
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J PONT SEE ANYONE ... 
THAT CROWD WHO LOOKS 
LIKE THE POLKA POT 




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can i show you? \ 

lanterns, long rifles, 

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■WEAEINS A POLKA POT MCE MASk 

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WILES SUDDENLY ISSUES THE SEINS THEN lEOPS TOWBBD jBAMSS BIDBS. WHO SORTS ' 

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GUN FROM HIS HONP. . . 




Jhe BLACK 




At last the bliziard subsided and Marty 
Downs peered out from the email cave In 
which ha had taken refuge. A vast blanket 
of snow covered the entire forest. 

Beating his arms to keep warm. Marty 
slowly shuffled from hie haven and looked 
about, trying to gain hia directional bear- 
ings- His only thought was to get back to 
his makeshift camp. 

As he struggled through the deep snow, 
Marty reasoned that the rations he had left 
in camp would hardly he sufficient to sub- 



make the rou 


nds of his traps. 


The storm had 








o! travel tlrne 




t him 






now that he 


had to backtrack to replenish 


his food supply. 






Trudging o 


n thio 


ngh the i 


roods for what 








finally sighted 


the rickety 1 








As he drew : 




his eyes 


bulged In dis- 


belief. The c 


ox lh< 


,t held hi 


s food supply 


had been tampered 


with . . 


. the food was 


gone, except : 






strip of bacon. 


In his "slate- of h 




bacon looked 


like a steak 


to Ms 


:ly. He tr 


ied to run the 


last few yard 




ich it. But 


at that instant. 


a raucous cry 


split the silence 


and a feathery 



Before he could realize what had hap- 
pened, a huge black raven was winging 
toward the uppermost branch of a tall tree, 
with tho strip of bacon clutched in its talons. 

Marty could only stare in disbelief as the 
big bird began to consume its prize. Then, 
in a flash, Marty became aware of his pre- 
dicament — not only was he without food. 



I. The 



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shaped the fi 

of white drapes and nothingness. 

Marty reached for his gun and aimed it 
at the raven ... he might have food, after 



all. But his hands were numb and the raven 
was crafty. Ae the bullet whistled near the 
bird. It fluttered to another tree. Marty be- 
came angry ... he meant to loll the thief, 
if only for revenge. 

Obsessed with the idea, he struggled on 
through the icy drifts trying to get a steady 
shot at the elusive raven. Each time he man- 
aged to get the black marauder in his sights, 
the bird would fly ahead a few feet, all the 

After a long pursuit, Marty sank down 
against a tree. He knew he could not go 
much further. But still a little way ahead of 

At this point, new life seemed to flow Into 
Marty. He was not going to let the bird 
have the last laugh. Again he tried, his rifle 
held steady, but still the big black bird was 

Finally Marty knew he had to give up, he 
had almost reached the limit of his strength. 
He looked ahead. There was the raven . . . 
but not on the limb of a tree. Then Marty 
gasped. The raven was standing on a food 
cache that Marty had stored there months 

As Marty stumbled toward the liieaaving 
provisions the raven screeched even louder, 
as it did a little dance on top of the cache. 
Within seconds Marty ripped open a sack 
and pulled out a large can of food- — ■- 

As Marty desperately opened the can, a 
sudden realization came to him . . . even if 
the food at the campsite had not been looted, 
there would not have been enough to last 
more than a day. And now, the raven had 
led him to the long-forgotten cache. 

With a grateful gesture Marty flipped the 
lirst helping of food toward the raven. 

"Thanks,'- Marty chuckled, "there's 
enough here for both of us, so eat heartily, 
my feathered friend!" 



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RANGE RIDERS 




HE BOUGHT THE OLD STEVENS 
RANCH — CALLS IT THE KENTLICKV, 

_ . : we plans to ewse 

THOROUGHBRED HORSES J HE'S 





BACK H&WE \ HORSE' 
. - - ." A HOSS COLONEL... IT'S YOU 

MV £.E£T AND . 1 WHO WAS A LOT Of 
ASKED QUESTtOH$J\ EXPLAINING TO CO 




COME IN, YOUNG WAN ! COME IN 
VOLI WOULPN'T OBJECT TO LEA 1 
youe SUM WITH MY FOBEAV" 




SOBBV, PICK.' I KNOW VL_ 

CLANGE BIDEE WANTED TO HELP, BACK-' OPEN 
BUT I'VE SOT TO SQUARE J THE DOOR .' 

■ -'-U CALHOUN ! 





tugeetiw.es during 

THE FASTfOLIE C- " 

■■ -iuE I was \y 

... BUSINESS, A 

BROOD MARE HAS been 
S7W.»MkBE£ TIMES 
MY MEN HAVE POUND 

HERON THE Ar 

RANCH 1 



BUT MAYBE 




YOUNG MAN A MACE WHO HAS J 

::.T A FOAL DOESN'T RUN OFF AND LEAVE 
HER BABY! AND //:.:: 
JENNIE'S COLT IS JUST 
FOUB Oftf$ OLD' 




BUT NOTHING; WHEN I GOT BACKTOTWE 
RANCH AND MV MEN TOLP ME WHAT HAD 
HAPPENED I WAS TEMPTED TO GO OVER 
TCTHE APAMS PLACE ANP HAVE A 

--(THAT YOUNG SfALAWAS 




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In the Southwest, any mouse-colored horse is 
referred to as a GBCLLA. This cornea from the 
Spanish word meaning "crane." However, the only 
thins in common betwivn the hrn-se and the bird is 
their blue-grey color. The grulln has a dark mane 
and tail, anil the old-timers say he is a much better 
horse if he has a dark stripe running down the 
length of his back, from mane to tail. These horoes 
are usually small, but are tough and hearty. 




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