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THE QUICK
DRAW HOLSTER

The so-called quick draw
holster is a common type for a
single action revolver, usually
the colt .45 "peacemaker". the
"tie strings" shown at the bottom
of the holster, tie around the leg
of the man carrying the gun this
enables the user to draw the
weapon from the holster with
lightning-like rapidity!

UNE SURE METHOD FOR THE
COWBOY TO RIP OFF A DEADLY BURST
OF SHOTS WAS TO "FAN HIS COLT"
THIS WAS ACCOMPLISHED BY HOLD-
ING BACK OR WIRING DOWN THE
TRIGGER OF HIS SINGLE ACTION
REVOLVER. WITH HIS LEFT HAND, HE
WOULD STRIKE BACK, OR FAN THE
HAMMER, THIS WOULD ALLOW THE
HAMMER TO FALL FREE AND EXPLODE
A SHELL. THIS FORM OF SHOOTING DID
NOT RESULT IN AS MUCH ACCURACY AS
AIMED FIRE, BUT AMONG THE RAPID
BURST OF SHOTS, AT LEAST SOME
WERE ALMOST SURE TO DOWN
THE OPPONENT.

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querl"ly by Dell PuUiihaii Cu .

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by llL-ii^r & Ltrulhers. Copyrishl

ZANE GREY'S

UTAH, DOMINATED BY POWERFUL CATTLEMEN, HAS
BECOME DANGEROUS TERRITORY FOR THE HARDY
SOULS WHO CHOOSE TO DEFY THEM , , .

NATHAN TOLL! STOP' 1
WHAT RIGHT HAVE
YOU--- IN MY OWN YARD

BERN VENTERS \
IS MY COWBOY! ^
HE'S DONE NOTHING 1
WRONG! HAS YOUR J
ABOMINABLE \

JEALOUSY TURNED J
YOUR MIND? /^

PERHAPS' ATLEAST
I'M DECIDING WHOM
JANE WITHERSTEEN
MAKES FRIENDS OF'
YOU NEED A MAN TO
TAKE CARE OF THE
SPREAD YOUR FATHER

LEFT YOU NOT ANY

WANDERING RIDER LIKE

TERS' I'M MAKING

I AN EXAMPLE -

NOW-

SOMETHING IN THE APPEARANCE Q*

THE BLACK-CUO RIDER BRINGS
UNEASINESS TO THE MEN WITH-
TULL'

MMM- IN THIS COUNTRY ^HE'SANEW- ^

ALL. THE BAD t

EN JUST 1 COMER--- BUT J,
NEW- A NOT BAD' HE'S ^

HAPPEN TO BE

COMERS! IS T>

S ONE it DONE NO WRONG!

OF'EM. MA'AM? S V. - - — '

_ / (HE'S DONE A

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"LASSITER

j HE'S A GUN-

' MAN WHO HA3

; NEVER BEEN

\ BEATEN 10

f THE DRAW —

L HE'S KILLED

' MORE RANGE

BULLIES THAN

.TULL LIKES TO

^THINK ABOUT'

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YOU COM
TO COTTONWOODS.
-ASSITER*

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YOU'RE NOT HELPLESS-) VERY WELL.BERN

AND YOU WON'T BE,
WHILE YOU'VE GOT
JUDKIN5 AND ME I
LET ME TRACK YOUR
RED HERD, JANE
FIND AWAYPERHAPS,
TO GET THEM BACK

I GUESS YOU'LL
NO MORE
DANGER THAN YOU <
OULD 8E, STAYING J
HERE! TAKE MY
RACER, WRANGLE!

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'THE TRAIL SIGN IS SETT

PRETTY WARM, WRANGLE
l HIDE YOU, AND GOON A
^-LITTLE WAY AFOOT

FROM THE GORGE. A GREEN VALLEY
RED CATTLE GRAZE ON THICK,
GREEN PASTURE.

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RING! WHAT Do\ J

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f IT S OLDRING S MASKED RIDER ! ) - THE LEADING OUTLAW PULLS UP SHARPLY, JERKING
V— -AND ANOTHER OUTLAW! >w- J THE RIFLE FROM THE SADOLEBOOT.

l THEY'VE SPOTTED ME!

CUTTING THROUGH THE
SAGE STEMS.THE BULLET
STINGS VENTERS WITH*
FINE SPLINTERS...

RECKLESSLY, VENTERS RISES-
FIRES TWICE IN QUICK
SUCCESSION. ..

THE MASKED RIDER CLUTCHES AT AN ARM,
WITH A STRANGE.MUFFLEO CRY. AND
SWAYS IN THE SADDLE

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SHE LOOKS AS INNOCENT a
MY KID SISTER' BUT MOW
CAN A*USTLER'S GIRL-
LIVING THE ROUGH LIFE
OFOLDRING'S GANG.flE
INNOCENT* — SAY! SHE'S
COMING TO, I THI

^ NOBODY WOULD USE
— "S CLIMB FOR ATRA1L. I

HEBE'S ANOTHER CL
THAT LEADS DOWN Tl
OTHER SIDE OP THE
RIDGE— I'LL SEE
WHERE IT GOES

THAT NIGHT, BY MOON LIGHT, BERN VENTERS
RETRACES HIS STEPS TO SURPRISE VALLEY
WITH A LIMP BURDEN...

AT DAWN, BESS AWAKES!

THERE COMES A DAY WHEN BESS SPRINGS A
SURPRISE--- THE SOUND OF THE LITTLE
WATERFALL COVERING HER MOVEMENTS'. .

I'M STARTING NOW--
FOR COTTONWOODS '
r'LLGET SUPPL
AND ANOTHER HORSE--
AND TRY TO LE
I F OLDR1NG IS
STILL LOOKIN"

RETURNING TO THE CANYON
POCKET IN DECEPTION PASS,
BERN FINDS THE BIG 50RREL,
FAT AND FRISKY!

YOU'RE THE SOULOF
GOODNESS. MISS
WITHERSTEEN — -AND
I HATE TO IMPOSE ON
YOU! BUT.WHEN I GO,
WILL YOU LOOK OUT
FOR MY BABY.r

AT DUSK THAT N1GHT.BERN
VENTERS LEADS JANE'S
RACERS HOME

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COULD YOU LEAVE US
A MAP OF YOUR SECRET J
VALLEY.BEP.N-> THERE'S J
NO TELLING.BUT*
MIGHT NEE"

CALL IT MY 'DEED
TO SURPRISE
VALLEY, JANE
AND, NOW, IF YOU'VE

TEN MINUTES LATER, BERN
VENTERS LEADS TWO LIGHTLY
LOADED BURROS INTO THE

ALREADY
MADE ONE,
LASSITER'
T'S HERE —
N MY

7..8ARELT ESCAPING THE COROON OF ARMED
WATCHERS THAT TULL HAS SENT TO SURROUND
THE WITHERSTEEN MOUSE... '«

IN TWO DAYS OF FORCED MARCHING.THEY
COVER THE GROUND ONCE SO SWIFTLY
CROSSED BY WRANGLE"S
FLYING STRIDE ..

COME.BERi
I HAVE A

surprise for
you: I've been
busy since

BERN VENTERS' IT'S 4 GOOD
THING WE MET IN TIME TO WARN YOU
TULL'S GUNMEN ARE SCOURING THE
COUNTRY FOR US, AND IF THEY
FIND YOU

M1LLY WAS MY ONLY
SISTER, AND YOU'RE
ELIZABETH.THE REVEREND
FRANK ERNE'S DAUGHTER!
YOU'REAN ORPHAN NOW,

MY DEAR BUT YOU'LL

HAVE A FINE HUSBAND
IN BERN VENTERS!

E'LL NOT LASSlTER-
S7RIP OUR BLANKETS.OUR
SADDLEBAGS FROM THE MORSES!
PUT THEM ON THE BURROS!
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EAGER FOR THE KILL. TWO
OF LASSITER'S ENEMV
RUSH HIM

.ASSITER RIPS OFF TWO

WELL-PLACED SHOTS

BOTH MEN SLUMP!

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MINUTE AFTER HORRIO MINUTE.THE
SOUNDS OF BATTLE ECHO FROMTHE
HIDDEN GORGE. ..

REALIZING HC'S BEEN TRI CKED.TULL AND
HIS GANG RACE BOCK TO TRACK JANE
AND LASS1TER DOWN . ...

BUT BARELY HAVE THEY REACHED THE TOP
OF THE FIRST SLOPE, WHEN BULLETS SINO
ABOUT THEM LIKE ANGRY BEES. . .

CAREFULLY RATIONING HIS DWINDLING SUPPLY
OF SHELLS, LASSITER KEEPS HIS FOES
FROM CLOSING IN. . .

HIS CARBINE EMPTY, LASSiTEft WAITS FOR
THE FINAL RUSH WITH HIS LAST TWELVE
SHOTS IN HIS COLTS ...

THE OLD CH1SHOLM TRAIL

Come along, boys, and listen to my tale,

1*11 (ell you ol my troubles on the old Chuholm t:

Comin' ti yi yippy, yippy yay. yippy ;■'>■
Comin' li yi yippy. yippy yay.

And ad ire 1 sleep the l\

Old Ben Boll v
But he'd go in

a blamed good bos*.

. the ((iris on a sort -bached hos

A-kitking up his heels and

going eross the level
» running like the dev

It's ilninK in [In- West, aliMikiug like rain,
And my darned old dicker's in the wagon again

Crippled my hoas. I don't know how.
Ropin 1 at the horns of a 2-U row.

We hit Caldwell and we hit her on die fly,

Wc bedded down the cattle on the hill close by.

Last night 1 was on guard and the leader broke ih
1 hit my hnrse down the shoulders and I spurred h

The wind commented to blow, and the rain began
It looked, by grub like ive was goin' to lose 'em all

1 jumped in the saddle and grabbed hold the horn.
Best blamed cow-puncher ever was born.

I don't give ,i darn ii [hcv never do stop.
I'll ride as long as an eight-day clock.

e herd and the boss said kill it,
,im in the rump with Ihe handle

i bacon and beans r
won be eat

I every day,-

i on my best horse jnd I'm gum' at a ru
l the qukkesl shiuitin' iowln>\ thai r-set

rent (o the boss to draw my roll,
had it figgcred out I was nine dollars i

sell my outfit just as I
m't punch rattle lor r

s 1 c

i draw my money,
see my honey.

5*«K

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Last night 1 was on gu^irci and the leader broke the
1 hit a\\ hone down the shoulders and 1 spurred hi

The wind commented lo blow, and the rain bey;
It looked, by grab, like we was goin' to low em

hi [he lUulu

fall,

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