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I'LL TELL YOU THESTORY— 'S FAR AS IKNOW IT... A WEEK AGOFOLKS STARTED TODISAPPEAR FROMAROUND

NOPE.' ONE WASA GIRL I AIMEDTO MARRYPATTY RICHARDS

-LIVED WITH HERDAD I N THATCABIN, AHEAD

OF US.

I DON'T MIND..BUT RIGHTOUTSIDE THATOLD HOUSE IS

WHERE THE HALF-BREED TOM-DICK

JONES MURDEREDHIS PARTNERLUKE AVERY- -

WITH ANARROW.-'

STOP SQUIRMING, FELLA/" THAT BIRDIS TOO BUSY DUCKING MY BULLETS

RIGHT SPANG IN

THE HARD HEELOF YQUR BOOT/*KNOCKED A WHOLEOUNCE OF LEATHER

RECKON I KNOWWHERE HE'S SHOOTINGFROM- -THAT LITTLECAVE NEAR THE TOPOF THE SOUTH WALL-

-

RIGHT OVER THEENTRANCE

ERIC/' THERE'SA PINPOINT OFLIGHT COMINGFROM THAT OLDHOUSE- -LIKE ITSCOMING THROUGHA CHINK BETWEENTHE LOGS ... SEEIT?

ROY.' TAKE A LOOK.' THAT'S EVERYBODYWHO'S DISAPPEARED EXCEPT DADAND PATTY RfCHARDS AND HER FATHER.BUT WHAT IN TIME ARETHEY DOING HERE?THERE'S SHERIFF JBf IF WE HANGLANG, TOO ,& AROUND AND

Five respectable citizens,in a quiet game of poker-not even a gun in sight f

THE ANSWER IS STtLLNO.' ALL THE GUNS INTHE WORLD WON'TMAKE ME SIGN ANY ^BLAMED PAPER UNDERA THREAT/" AND ANYHOW,WE'VE GOT ONLY YOURWORD TO PROTECT US-

LET HIM TRY ANDPROVE IT, THEN.'IT WOULD BE HISWORD AGAINST

OURS .

SIT DOWN,SAM BURLEY—THIS GENT INTHE BLACKHOOD CLAIMSHE SAW TOM'DICK JONESLYNCHEDAND IBELIEVEHE DID.''

NO. IT WOULDN'T,SAM.' NONE OF USHERE ARE CROOKS—OR EVER WERE. .

WE MIGHT BESCARED INTOLYING WITH OUR

WOULD ACCUSE US/I SAY- -SIGN AND

TRUST HIM.

SHERIFF LANG IS RIGHT, BOYS/1

ONCE THE TRUTH GOT OUT,WE'D NEVER BE ABLE TOLOOK OUR FAMILIES IN THEEYE— NOT TO MENTIONOUR NEIGHBORS.

GENTLEMEN/ EIGHTYEARS MAY HAVETOUGHENED SOMEOF YOURCONSCIENCES.. .

BUT TIME HASN'TCHANGED THE FACTS.'I'LL GO OVERTHEM NOWFOR YOURBENEFIT. LISTEN.'

TWELVE YEARS AGOTODAY, LUKE AVERY ANDHIS HALF INDIANPARTNER, TOM-DICKJONES, SAW DEAD MAN'SCANYON FOR THE FIRSTTIME.

FINGER,lUTRlCHJ.: THEY HOPED it

VOUtOtseT WIDER. ^AH~HEft \H

" WHEN THEY RAN OUTOF GRUB, TOM-DICK JONESWOULD GO OUT WITH HISBOW AND ARROWS TOSAVE CARTRIDGES -

-A STAMPEDE OF MINERS TO STAKEOUT CLAIMS NEAR THEIR STRIKE.

FOR A WHILE, GOPHER CANYON, AS THISPLACE WAS CALLED, AFTER AVERY'SAND JONE'S MINE, WAS SWARMINGWITH PROSPECTORS.

• "HALF A DOZENORE VEINS WERESTRUCK CLOSE BY-

-

BUT NONE BESIDESTHE GOPHER IN THEPARTNERS' LITTLEBOX CANYON.

" LUKE AVERY AND TOM-DICK HAD TOFIGHT OFF CLAIM JUMPERS, ONCE ORTWICE- -SO JONES DECIDED NOT TOBRING HIS LITTLE GIRL TO LIVE THEREJUST YET.

"AND ONE DAY, TOM-DICK CAMERIDING HOME WITH HIS MOTHERLESSTEN-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER, LOOKINGPROUDER THAN TWO PARENTS.

FOR NEARLY A YEAR SHECOOKED FOR THEM ANDSORT OF MOTHERED THEM

—

AND THE PARTNERS FELTTHEY HAD A REAL HOME.

THEN, ONE MORNING, ANEIGHBORING MINER, SAMBURLEY, FOUNDLUKE AVERYDEAD INHIS OWNFRONTYARD...

"TOM- DICK JONESAND HIS HORSEAND HIS LITTLEGIRL WERE GONE—SO THE MINERHIGHTAILED...

.TO THE BIG LUCKY STREAK MINE,OWNED AND OPERATED BY WADEHARPER... SHERIFF LANG HAPPENEDTO BE THERE. . . HE SAID THE ARROWPOINTED TO TOM-DICK."

WHILE LANG HEADED FOR THECANYON, TO PICK UP TOM-DICK'STRAIL, WADE HARPER SENT WORDTO THE OTHER MINERS, TO FORMA POSSE.

THE WHOLE BUNCH HEADED FOR TOWN WITHOUTWAITING FOR THE SHERIFF BECAUSE ONEOF 'EM HAD SEEN JONES ANDHIS KID RIDING THAT WAY,ABOUT SUNUP.

HALF WAY TO ARGENTITE, THEY I

ALMOST RAN INTO JONES, RIDINGBACK, ALONE." f

—- "

'( IT'S

"THE OTHER MINERS WERE SO MAD ABOUTLUKE AVERY'S MURDER THAT THEY DIDN'TGIVE TOM-DICK A CHANCE TO TALK."

KILLTHE BACK-SHOOTING HALFBREED-

NOW.'~

THEY WANTED TO GET IT OVERQUICKLY, BEFORE SHERIFF LANG CAMEALONG TO STOP THEM... SO THEYHAD HARPER LOAD FIVE GUNS—TWOWITH BULLETS AND THREE WITHBLANKS.

WADE HARPER GAVE THE ORDER TO TAKEAIM. ..BUT WITH TOM-DICK LOOKING THEMSTRAIGHT IN THE EYES..."

"THERE WAS NOTHING TO DIG A GRAVEWITH; SO THEY PILED STONES OVERTOM-DICK... THEY WERE JUST FINISHINGTHE JOB WHEN SHERIFF LANG RODE UP."

IT WAS PROBABLY fHEHARDEST SHOT THOSE MENHAD EVER MADE!

"THEIR ANSWER HIT HIM HARD.

BOYS—TOM-DICK JONES WASINNOCENT.' I RECKON THATMAKES US MURDERERS.' ITOLD YOU HE WAS GUILTY,BEFORE I MADE SURE . YOULYNCHED HIM ONTHE STRENGTHOF MY WORD.

,

GOD PITYUS ALL/1

"THE MINERS COULDNT BELIEVE THEY'DMADE A MISTAKE,

"

BUT I SAW THAT ARROW INLUKE'S BACK.' NOBODY /—" THAT'S RIGHT,ELSE BUT TOM-DICK / SHERIFF.' WEEVER USED V CAN SWEARA BOW— !& T0 IT -

SOMEBODY ELSE USED TOM-DICK'SBOW THIS TIME, BOYS,' I FOUNDUNMISTAKABLE SIGNS THAT TOM

-

DICK JONES AND HIS KID HAD LEFTTHE CANYON HOURS AGO ANDYET LUKE'S BODY WAS STILLWARM WHEN I GOT THERE .

TILL WARM/- AND I SAWTOM-DICK AND LITTLEPAT GO BY MY PLACE,

EARLY. .

.

"NOBODY SAID ANYTHING MORE. . .THEY'DMET AN INNOCENT MAN COMING BACKFROM TOWN AND SHOT HIM AND THETHOUGHT OF IT WOULD HAUNT THEM ALLTHEIR LIVES.

"NOBODY SAW LITTLE PAT JONESRUN OUT OF THE BUSHES WHERESHE HAD BEEN HIDING.. .

. AND START THROWING ASIDE THESTONES THAT MADE THE GRAVE UNDERTHE TREE."

«r«is^j^M»«mm*

. . .WE THE UNDERSIGNED HEREBYAGREE TO FORM AND FINANCE ACORPORATION TO REOPEN THEOLD GOPHER MINE.. .EQUAL SHARESOF STOCK TO BE TRANSFERREDGRATIS, TO TOM-DICK JONES,HIS HEIRS OR ASSIGNS--"

.. .WE ALSO SOLEMNLY AGREE TOSEEK OUT AND BRING TO PUNISH-MENT BY LEGAL MEANS THEREAL MURDERER OF LUKE AVERY,REGARDLESS OF WHOM-THETRUTH MAY HARM."

THATS DONE.' NOW.GENTLEMEN.IF YOU'LL FOLLOW ME, I'LL TAKEYOU OUT—BY THE WAY THEMURDERER OF LUKE AVERYENTERED THIS CANYON, EIGHTYEARS AGO

.

Without warning,rifle flamespurts fromthe doorway. . .

TWICE.'

Both candles expireamid flying glass.

Without slowing his rush, ericharper aims a hard shoulderat two struggling forms. . .

Surging to his feet, _,the larger man /£/jabs viciously ^-—with his jmGUN BUTT. **g

IN THE MEANTIME, ERIC AND IWILL TAKE A LOOK FOR THISSECRET WAY OUT THAT YOURMASKED FRIEND SPOKEABOUT. . .

HOW'S THE HEADFEELING, KID?

A MINE GAR.' ROY, I'VE GOTA HUNCH- -THIS ISN'T THEGOPHER MINE WE'RE IN NOW.IT'S THE

LUCKY STREAK.''

THERE WERE ONLY TWOBULLETS FIRED AT ME,FROM THE 5 RIFLES, ANDTHEIR AIM WAS BAD...ONE OF THEM GRAZED MYSKULL AND LEFT ME BLIND-THE. OTHER GLANCED OFFA' RIB.' WHEN T KNEWTHAT, T TOLD PATTY TO PUTTHE ROCKS BACK ON THEGRAVE AND BRING SOMEMORE STONES TO TAKE MY

PLACE. I AIMEDTO. STAY "DEAD"TILL I COULDFIGURE OUT WHOKILLED MYPARTNER, LUKEAVERY

.

GIT AWAY FROM ME, LUKEAVERY/" YOU CAN'T SCARE ME,YOU CUSSED SPOOK f NOBODYELSE KNOWS I KILLED YOU

Ml er,c? ERIC ?J

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HE'S OUT COLD. KID.'I'M KINp OF AFRAIDTHAT HE'S HAD A STROKE

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I RECKON HEARING FROMA MAN HE THOUGHT WAS DEADCOMPLETELY TURNED YOURDAD'S MIND.'—SAME AS GREEDFOR MONEY TURNED IT EIGHTYEARS AGO, AND MADE HIM ACRIMINAL.' IT'S TOUGH FORYOU, KID.-— BUT YOU'RE MANENOUGH TO STAND IT.

ROY ROGERS.' TELLME WHAT CAN I DO?I'VE HURT HIMMORTALLY.' AND ICANT LET HIM GO.

OKAY. ..COME AND ASKMY HORSE, TRIGGER.THAT'S WHAT I DOWHEN I GET INTOA TIGHT SPOT.

THANKS,. TRIGGER,BOY.' YOU HAVEN'TSAID A WORD, BUT kI'VE COT MY I

s

ANSWER. . . .THANKSA LOT.'

I'M GOING TO ERIC, ROY \IN YOUR PLACE.'" L.END }ME YOUR HAT ? ^J/ J yV* uh-HUH.'

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An hour later-

there GOES PATTY'S FATHER,RIDING OUT WITH HIS OLD FRIENDS/"THEY FOUND THEIR HORSES DOWNAT THE OTHER END OF THE

IT'S ABOUT TIMEI LOOKED UP ERIC-AND PATTY. . .THEY'RENOT UP THERE IN i

THE LITTLE CAVE.-" >

OH.' THERE THEY ARE.'I RECKON THEY'VEFOUND SOMETHINGRICHER THAN A SILVERMINE, TRIGGER SOWE WON'T DISTURB

THEM.

WELL HIT THE TRAIL FOR BEYOND -KNOWING WE'VE HELPED TO MAKE THESADDEST DAY IN A KID'S LIFE TURN rOUT TO BE THE GLADDEST.'' WHAT „

D'YOU SAY, TRIGGER, BOY ?

GREAT LAWMENOF THE OLD WESTWILLIAM M BREAKENRIDGE

; STRAIGHT SHOOTING DEPUTY

Six-shooters roared deafeningly in

the office of the Tombstone Mine.With the sodden limpness of death, oman's body thudded to the floor. Thetwo masked robbers who had killed

him slipped out of the building, gunsready. But no one blocked their escape.

Hours later, news of the murdercame to Deputy Sheriff Billy Breaken-ridge. Along with other information!Shortly after the crime^ two gun-slickindividuals had arrived at a certainranch an hour's ride from town. Theirnames were Bill Grounds and ZwingliHunt. The surest way to learn if theywere guilty would be to try arresting

them.The sheriff, John Behan, was away

from town with a posse, on the trail ofthe gunfighting Earps. He couldn't beconsulted. But in Tombstone were twooTd warrants for the arrest of Hunt andGrounds—on charges of grand lar-

ceny!Deputy Breakenridge took the war-

rants, intending to serve them alone.This time, however, the town's poli-

ticians had him hobbled. A gentleman

named Gillespie, who hoped to be thecounty's next sheriff, had influence.He insisted on coming along with twoother men, Allen and Young. Muchagainst his will, "Breck" was forced -to

take them.As wise as a red Apache in the sci-

ence of frontier man hunting, Break-enridge planned to make the arrest be-fore dawn. In the darkness his possetould take their positions unseen.

While still a safe distance from theoutlaws' refuge, the possemen left

their horses. Stepping softly they cometo the dork bulk of the house. Break-

enridge himself scouted the place.

"There's a woodpile between the

back door and the corral," he told his

companions. "That's where I want youto hide, Gillespie, until it's light andthe boys inside come out to look for

their horses. Take Young with you.Don't shoot if you can help it, butcover them. If anybody comes out the

front way, Allen and 1 will take care of

him.".

"Breck" had no way to enforce his

instructions. Once Gillespie and Young

were out of his sight, he could onlyhope for the best and fear the worst-But he was far from guessing the luna-

tic stunt that was in Gillespie's mind:As the deputy and .Allen watched

the front of the ranch house, theyheard a loud pounding on the backdoor. Somebody inside asked who wasthere.

"The sheriff!" shouted Gillespie.

It was the last word he ever spoke.

The door snapped open like a camerashutter. Gun-flame licked out at the

two surprised possemen. Both fell

—

Gillespie dead, Young drilled through

the upper leg.

The next instant the front dooryawned. Out of the black interior

leaped a figure, screaming that he- wasa stranger and an innocent bystander.

After him came a volley of shots."

;Breakenridge heard Allen grunt

—

saw him fall to the ground. In the darkthe deputy's hand found Allen's coatcollar—wet with blood! Stooping low,

he'dragged the wounded man to a gully

where no more lead could find him.Day was now breaking, faintly.

"Breck's" eye, trained like an Indian's

to catch slight movements, warnedhim in time. He dodged behind a tree

trunk, justas a bullet plunked into it.

Before another shot could follow him,Breakenridge whipped up his heavygauge shotgun and fired at the door's

black opening., Peering through the gunsmoke, heheard a sound from the house like aman falling on the floor. Someone else

had heard it, too; for arqUnd the buildr

ing- moved a dim form, calling:

"Billy! Billy Grounds! Are you—

"

A rifle banged from the gully. That;was Allen/who had come to. "Breck's"

Colt hammered an echo to it, and the

dirn figure lurched out of sight, aroundthe corner.

The brief silence that followed wasbroken by a cry for help. The stranger'who.had bolted but through the front

door was hurt and afraid for his life.

Risking gunfire from the house,Breakenridge made a dash and helpedthe second wounded man to safety.

Slowly the dawnlight grew. Therewere no more shots. A man's upturnedtoes showed in the doorway. Thatwould be Grounds. Hunt, perhaps bad-ly hit, might be anywhere

"Breck" found him hiding in the tall

grass not far away. Hunt was hard hit

and ready to give up. That made five

desperately wounded men and onedead (Gillespie), because one glory-

hunter had shot off his mouth too

soon ! Coolheaded, straight-shootingBilly Breakenridge was the only manUNhurt.

"Breck's" fearless honesty and goodjudgment, his skills as a scout and as a

marksman, did not make up the wholesecret of his long life behind a badge.HE KNEW THE TRICK OF DISARM-ING MEN'S MINDS!Once he enlisted a notorious rustler

chief, Curly Bill Brocius, as his deputyassessor—and collected nearly $1,000in TAXES from successful cattle

thieves! Curry Bill thought it was agreat joke. "Breck" found'it was goodbusiness.

Not so long ago at the age of 84,William Breakenridge could look backwith a smile at Tombstone's wild andwooly boom. He had outlived it by fifty

active, honorob'

LOOK, CHARLEY ! THE) / I RECKON, PAT ! 7]FLAMES ARE LIKE A \ V LIKE RED FLAME, ^BUNCH OF RED HORSES )/ THE WILD HORSETRYING TO JUMP OUT /^KING! HE JUMPED OVER) CHARLEY TELL IOF A CORRAL- AREN'T ) ( MQRE'N ONE CCRRAL

I

/ANOTHER STORY -

WE-ELL MEBBE THERE'LLvSE TIME; - WILE' THE

WELL, FOR A WHOLE YEAR TUEV WERETOGETHER- JIMMY RODE NO OTHER HORSEAND NO OTHER RIOER COULD RIDE BIS RED.'

JIMMY HAD PUT HIS DADS PRIZE PALOMINO FILLY

IN THE'CORRAL WITH RED FLAME, BUT WHEN THE

A ,~^ali^_ KID DR0VE AWAY, BIS REDt)\ C^~ ,".TS^-* NEARLY KNOCKED

DOWN THE SATEi

EOT THE NEXT SPR1N6, JIMMY HAD- TO SOTO TOWN FOR A WEEK OR SO .ON BUSINESS,

, HE TOOK THE BUCKBOARD AND HIS SUIT-CASE.

THREE DAYS LATER,WHEN JIMMY'S DADCAME TO FEEO HIM"»ND THE FILLY, REDFLAME HIT THEUNFASTENED SATEL1K£ A WHIP-L-

AND WAS GONE JUST LIKE THAT! BIG* REDWAS NEVER TAMED, YOU KNOW, AND WHENHE FIGURED JIMMY WASN'T. COMING BACK,HE CLEARED OUT FOR THE WILD RIMROCK BRAKES

JIMMY TOOK THE LOSSOF HIS WILD HOR5EFRIEND PRETTY HARDBUT <J COMFORTEDHIM SOME WHEN REDFLAME'S SON WASEORN TO THEPALOMINO FILLY.

THAT FOAL WAS THE SPIT AN' IMAGE OF ITSSIRE- AND WILDFIRE WAS T^E ONLY NAMEJIMMY COULD THINK OF TO CALL IT.

EVEN AT THREE MONTHS, WILDFIRE STARTEDTO SHOW THE FEARLESS SPIRFT OF HIS GREATSIRE-WHEN A COYOTE POKED ITS NOSE INTO

THE CORRAL,THE COLT CHALLENSED KIM.

WILDFIRE STUCK HISCOLTISH NECK OUT TOSEE WHERE THE

COYOTEHADSONE.

THE MARE'S IDEA WAS MORE DEADLY-A SMASHINGKICK THAT UOU..D I'AVt CONE IN THE PROWLER-HE HAD LINGERED A SECOND L0N6ER

TH? NEVT MOMENT HE WAS OUTSIDE — THERE WAS SO MUCH TO SEE IN THE RANCHLEAVING HIS MOTHER IN A PIT Of WORRY. YARD, THAT THE COLT COULDN'T MAKE HEAD

NOR TAIL OP IT -

THE SMELL OF APPLES AND CARROTS ANDSPUDS, SIFTINS OUT THROUGH THE DOORCRACK, MADE WILDFIRE PLUMB DETERMINEDTO SEE THE OTHER SIDE OF IT, HE NIBSLEDAROUND UNTIL HE SOT THE DOOR CLASP IN

HIS TEETH--

HE WAS STILL THERENEXT MORNING, 6R0ANINSWITH BELLYACHE WHENJIMMY BANKS FOUND

HIM.

-FIXED' HIM UP SOHE WAS CULL OF- SUNSDAY JIMMY FIXED THE CORRAL TO MAKESURE THE COLT WOULDN'T BUST OUT AGAIN.

HE PUT IVILDFIRE

AND HIS MOTHER IN

HE BARN EVERY*NISHT

WINTER POUNCED ON THE OREGON BRAKESLIKE A WILDCAT ^AT YEAR.

ONE COLD WINDYBIGHT, OLD I

FORGOT TOOUT HIS PIPEWHEN HECLEANED

JIMMY PUT HIS MA AND PA ON THE TRAIN FOR.

CALIFORNIA WHERE THEIR RHEUMATISM WOULDN'TBE 50 BAD- AND DROVE BACK HOME WITH\N OLD DUFFER HE'D HIRED TO HELP HIM.

AND SHOVEDAY DOWN FROMHE LOFT.

STARTEDAFTER HANK HADSO.NE OUT smoke _.DRIFT DOWN FROM THE' HAYLOFTIT STUNS IKiDFi.RE'i NOSE AND

- MADE HiM SNORT.

THEN SOME 8USNINSHAY PELL ONTO THEMARES BACK ANDDROVE HER CRAZYWTH FEAR.

WHAT SAVED THE COLT WAS OLDHANK'S FORGETTING TO FASTENTHE CLEAN-CUT DOOR IN HISBOY STALL - WILDFIRE

SQUEEZED THROUGH IT!

OUT IN THE CORRAL, HE COULD HEAR THESCARY CRACKLING OF THE FLAMES —

JIMMY HAD HEARDTHEM, TOO- HEDIDN'T EVEN STOPTO FIND THE DOOROF HIS BEDROOM -

g^ THE COLT HAD THE PEGW\Q£ THE BARN DOOR'5 CLASPWt) \H WIS TEETH YANKING ITI7OJT- HE HADN'T FORGOTTEN'

THE LAST HE SAW OF HER SHEWAS STREAKING THROUGH THECORRAL SATE WITH THE COLT

-

the mare ranfor miles till t.._deepening snow wore down her strengthAND 60V1H 0" HER PEAR. VVtLD.-!l?E HAS

T.RED PROM KEEPING UPWITH HER.

BUT, CHARLEY % WELL, NOW, THAT'SDIDN'T WILDFIRE \ ANOTHER STORYEVER COME KCy PAT- I RECKONTO JIMMY? JT THESE BISCUITS

, _-^—f"ARE PONE, AND- \\ ( I'LL HAVE TO HEAT%- \! ) UP THE BEANS FOR

SOME HUNGRY-•

i'"""^'/COWPOKES^

AT LAST, INSTINCT LED HERTO A LITTLE GULCH THATWOULD GIVE BOTHOFTHEMSHELTER FROM THE SU2ZASDTHAT WAS ROARING OVER THEBRAKES, FROM NOW ON SHEAND WILDFIRE WOULD LIVEOR DIE ON THEIR OWN !

BUT IF YOU'RE REAL GOODABOUT HELPIN' ME WITH THE (CHORES FROM NOW ON, MEgABE I'LL TELL YOU HOW WILD-

„ FIRE MET HIS OWN UNTAMED/Sm Slf?E, EED FLAME, THE . \gVGREATEST HORSE iN OREGON^