E I YOUR I TELEVISION Fall America COWBOY TMXa Jh THE KANSAS KILLER HORATIO ROSS, one of General Custer's scouts, discovered gold in the Black Hilll of the Dakota country m the summer of IB'-I General Cmrer repotted the discovery to the Wji Derwunent, but because the BU.lt Hills was pat of the Sioux land, fot which negotiations were then in progress, the report of the discovery wu suppressed But the news leaked out. and within months of the discovery, prospectors were cradling for nuggets and dust in the streams of (He Blai k Hil Trie Indians did not take kindly to 'he invasion, and this, together with the Government s attempts to transfer them to a reservation, was the main reason for the Sioux rebellion which was climaxed by the massacre of General Cutter and his entire command on the Lj tile Big Horn. Deadwood wit so outlaw town in 1874. not only because the Government could not a< knowledge it as a settlement, but because fot every honest pros- pector attracted to the place there wi* another Kind —-the kind that "dug for gold with blazing six- guns and a mask. When John Larsen rode into Deadwood Gulch that summer, the ramshackle town was already swarrntng svith hundreds of newcomers There wu only one narrow street, filled with stumps, logs and boulders, but there was a number of saloons, and the tote occupation of the inhabitants seemed to be in a fist-right, or gun battle John Lanen swung his long, lean body down from hit hone, aad led the animal into the livery stable I've got a customer for vou," he told the pro- prietor I want bun fed and bedded down for the night The stable man nodded. "I'll take good care of 'mb. Stranger, but you 11 have to pay in advance." In advance' Ian t that a bit unusual' 'Maybe, but this ain't no usual town You could gtt yoreself kitt afore mornin' in this here crazy place." John Larsen smiled, and paid the fee. Ai he turned to leave, he said oui«!ly. "A man who doesn t look for trouble seldom finds any." He made hit way down the narrow, cluttered street, stepping around the numerous obstructions, and entered the nearest saloon. As he came through the swinging doors, the loud talk of the boisterous Occupants suddenly ceased. All eyes turned on him to size up the newcomer. He ignored the scrutiny, and went up to the bat tender. "Howdy, Stranger," said the barkeep amiably.l tore poison?" I'm not thirsty,' replied Larsen. "I'm hungry. Can I get a meal tiered Shore thing Best meal in town. Just go on back to the kitchen. Our Chinese cook will rustle you up whatever you want." Larsen made his way through the still silent crowd, ignoring their interest in him. When he disappeared into the kitchen, a grizzled -faced man suddenly broke the silence. He looks aw right to me. he drawled. "Wal, " observed another man, "if he ain't , . . he won't last long round here, that's fer shore." With (hat. the occupants of the saloon resumed their briefly interrupted talking and drinking, evi- dently no ranger curious about the new-comer. When John Larsen emerged from the kitchen and seated himself at one of the unoccupied tables, he noticed the others disinterest with satisfaction He had come to Deadwood Gulch to look for gold, not trouble, and the only way a man could avoid trouble in such a hotbed of trouble- makers as Deadwood was to make no enemies, and no mends No (nends, lor when you made friends, your friends enemies automatically became }i/ut enemies And all John Larsen wanted was to be left alone to search for gold - enough gold to buy a ranch in peaceful country, and settle down with the girl who was waiting for him back home in Kansas. At the table next to hit, three men played poker. The fat, red-faced man shuffling the cards looked at him and asked, 'Want to sit in' Four bands is better' n three." Thanks," said Larsen. "But I'm going to have tome chow And after I eat, I'm going to try to And a place to sleep. I've been tiding unce sun up, and I'm dog tired 'Some other tune then," said the fat man agree- ably as he started to deal the cards. "Jim Hendriks my monicker What* yours?" "John Larsen." Larsen' Say, I knew a Gunner Larsen down Tens way. You a Iran of his?" Not that I know of." " Where you from } ' Kansas." r; t J, mild* Back Ceter) T-- •um ,. .-*. iiiii dV'-W' LEAD POISON SOMETM.N6. WHISKERS -MINK I FOUND IT. Al I NOTICED SOME- THING Ni&HT* ANQC LETS OiD rtJ NOTICE THE V » >UMFlN CACTUSf ^ HANDS ON THOSE OWL- ■ I TOU SOT SOME- I HOOTS OF MUftOO't? 1 »» THINS THERE, A THE T DIDNT LOOK AS I W BUSTER. 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PRV-SULCHIN', polecat' r'u rsf s f vou hot-hiaou/ »u»tca! i •.*! old •o#Hfi», to Hvrmtf* mo utm « J! ak •' - "»o. z imi Ih Mr I00T3 but, consarn it, tou cant walk outonusnow.tou'RE the fourth teacher we've had this month--ano those kios ncco their i earning. ThEVU SO HOS-WILOf I At *W AND AflAIN THE MYSTERIOUS RAIDERS STRUCK t WHO I WOULD SE THE NEXT VICTIM? AND IN OESRAlR.THC SHERIFF I TUNNED TO THE BLAZINS SIX-SUNS AND FLASH I NO fists or I THE TOUSHOT TWO-SUN KAVERICK IN THE WEST--AMAV- IeRICK WHO CARRIED THE BRAND OF SUSTER CRABSE'DUT I LITTLE O'O HE KNOW HE WAS ASK1NS BUSTER TO RISK A ONE I SUV TICKET TO BOOT HILL WHEN HE PICKED UR THE TRAIL OR — "THE RAIDERS"? IWf TOW ^ r»URE THINSFALL F V«R"«E*LL^ MIAN TOU \K!03 NEED AN J TEACH EM REALLT WANT ! EDUCATION AND 'allrisht. J TO TEACH y 'I'll se l "/ W«TC« YOUB ^ H4Wf t* ■ LA«T|D LITTLl /I tAMUAM. J HAItf ^^-^^mw ittfTyi{« tBItWES^ 'OlkS around HERE HAVE bee prf'ty patient while these robberies have »ech going on, 1 SHERifT. BUT I'VE HAD CROUCH. I DON'T KNOW HOW THEV DO IT — BUT THEY MANABED TO SET AWAY WITH f VCRVTHINfl 1 HAD IN THE HOUSE INCLUDING A WATCH THAT'S BEEN IN MY FAMILY FOR GENERATIONS. IT WAS A VALUABLE HEIRLOOM -- AND I SET ORE AT STORE IT IT. HfRE.SuSTER.\ TIME I TRiED ' UNLESS I ITOOO CATCH UR TO JtwnB ABOUT THAT BANS. yiT.SHERIfr. NNY TMN« < LOOKS LIKE ABOUT IT IS ThaAthiS THlRB THEY 00 AFTER J'S GCTTINS SMALL STUFF. THINGS TOU WOULDN'T Expect a man TORO*. But Butttf* own how! ft o ■Irtokof fort«J i . 0»h» ctewt tor his a ~ \METHOP OF ARTIFICIAL] RESPIRATION nr«p«alfdfwtti*l>ttptr rfl i'«,th»««pari»i«i onfl comprttilon pl>am fc* -g of I •qui}) tangih.ondffwfvlfeM pf»'**3- insas, ch> What you doin' here in Dead- ten sighed. "Well, for one thing, I'm minding ny own bath man turned redder The other S a yets laughed One said pointedly, "That's one business ol Fatso HendrOu never The fjit man stared grimly it his .jrd» "1 didn't u muttered apologetically "That makes us even, " md 1 arscn regretting his tenet. I didn't either Bui I m hungry. sociable I'm here in UrjitwiKvl for the unw reason everyone ebe it. The Chinaman appealed at that moment with tut totting nowl ot venison stew The fat man asked no more question) is Larsen dug hungrily into the first good meal he d hid in week* John Lai ten paid his bill, nodded goodnight to the bartender and started for the door. Just as he mob api.'t the swinging doors, the doors suddenly slimmed hick against him with such force that he wa* tent sprawling to the floor In the door- way stood ■ barrel chested man with beady eyet I turn whispered someone, ind then the silence in the room was complete. John Larsen climbed slowly to his feet He had heard of Big Bill Benns The man was a notorious killer Why don't yuh watih where yuh re gom, femtnded Bevint in a vokc that rasped like a till attacking iron Iar«n looked sought mto the man s beady, ugly qm tor a long moment, but said nothing He turned. picked u|- hu hi', and then started to walk around Hevms tu tru out the door Bcs.ns grabbed him roughly and vhoved him back "When I ask a tnics- l«sn, mister, I git an inswer' ' Vou don't want an answer.' aaid Larsen softly "You want a fight Well. 1 don t Bevim lips curled into a sneer ' Yuh'rc a yellow ■ spat venomously. ' You re entitled to your opinion. " taid Larten. Now it you II excuse me. Id like to leave ' Yuh II leave here, awnght, but not on yuhr nin to count to three an' then I m gom lu till yuh full of lead. Yuh'd better draw fast tire I jinn sighed, then be laid "I'm no gun-fighter get adding me to your list.' ' rii no room fer cow. aid* m Dcadwood Gulch Two You re rhe coward, said Larsen, "or you'd use 'cad of your guns." Three ' With i movement so fast no eye could follow it, itds yanked the revolvers from his hipi at a shot rang out Bevmi, a hole between his eyes, stared onieeingly at the nun who bad killed turn and fell to the floor, hit unfired tu shooters still in his hand' Larsen bolstered his smoking Colt, ai a word walked around the dead man and out the door. It was a long moment before anyone spoke in the saloon. Finally a man broke the silence. "If I didnr see it, I'd never behest if Another "Who is that horabre?'" The fat man He said his nime was John Larten an' that he came from Kansas. . . . Whew, what a man with a gun In Weston v rooming house where Larsen bad obtained a room tor the night, he Jay tv long tunc before he finally fell asleep- 1 r first time m his life that he had killed though he had practised long and hard drawing and (nine hit Colt gust in case he found h predicament where he d have to use the weapon or die. And now it had happened He wou'dn t be known at John Larsen any more, He'd be kn ■ man who killed Big Bill Bevuil He d be fair game now for the other prof i-ssiom i whose greatest amnion in lite wit carving notches in then gun butis and acquiring notorious rrputa- tiont ai killers. Yes. there would be many men who would want to be known ai The man who killed the man who killed Big Bill Bevmi. " That winter, in Kansas, Joan Webber was 'caving her lather i bam with a pail of milk when the taw the tall, lean beaded man coming throi-. fur a moment the thought it tvat John I she knew that John Larsen wat dea-:* Indians in the Black Hills, his body left for the Bo pick clean Through tear -dimmed eyes she stared I bearded man coming toward her Then suddenly a try escaped her lips, she dropped the pail and rushed into hu arms — it wai John Larten' They held each other a long, long moment, and then the girl said. Oh, John, Id heard that you were deacf "The John Larsen of Deadsvood Gulch u dead I'm John Smith now, honey, and that's the way I ve got to stay 1 11 explain later." "I don t care if I become Mrs. John Larsen or Mrs John Smith, |ust as long as it's fto I marry As they walked together toward the ho wondered how he could explain Could he ouke hi had been fortes! io kill twelve men' That John I greatest gun hghtti of them all * And that, inevitably, like al! cham- pions, he was doomed to lose someday to some challenger or another' John Larsen bsj to d.e' So when he had tut gold, he left hit clothes and Kpcrs besides a skeleton in a dry riser bed w here he esv tome prospector would soon find it Then he rode out of rhe Black Hills avoiding Dead .1 himself Smith and he, too, heard that the fabulous John Larsen, the Kansas Kilter, was dead. John Smith intended that John Larsen should My dead. BE A MEMBER OF THE BUSTER fit A HUE WESTERN CLUB m ... «. «..,.,, and mall with 25c Jit coin and you will re- ealva an autographed photo and an Official and. CbdoahaphsuL Photo • orf « e •* ° Member *4 ■ I. . U/CCTCCL SbL TThf. 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