ARS in a saga OF THE WEST BUFFALO traiu- ROD CAMERON WESTERN Editor 1. SHULL * Editor JETTER Executive Editor * WILL LIEBERSON M on*the^r ^covers by the words A FAWCETT PUBLICATION. CAPT MARVEL ADVENTURES • LASH LaRUE WESTERN . THE MARVEL FAMILY . FAWCETTS FUNNY ANIMALS WHIZ COMICS • WESTERN HERO • ROCKY LANE WESTERN . NYOKA THE JUNCLE CIRL • CABBY HAYES WESTERN CAPT MARVEL JR • MASTER COMICS • TOM MIX WESTERN . MONTE HALE WESTERN • HOPALONC CASSIDY ROD CAMERON WESTERN . BILL BOYD WESTERN • SIX CUN HEROES • FAWCETT MOVIE COMIC • BOB COLT MOTION PICTURE COMICS • TEX RITTER WESTERN (EOPL£.' MANY PERISHED FROM THE COLD BECAUSE THE iREAT SPIRIT HAD NOT YET GIVEN FIRE TO HIS PEOPLE.' . THAT YOUR HEARTS MAY BE STEADFAST, 1 GIVE YOU THE PROMISE OF A SIGN TO COME.' ^ > WHEN A GREAT WHITE BUFFALO APPEARS, \ THIS LIVING FLAME SHALL PIE AND —IN ITS /< . PLACE SHALL BE BORN A NEW TIME OF^/ V-,_. PLENTY.' THffr SHALL BE T'T' , ("/A TK YOUR REWARD.' jh'/' \ TOTEM WAS RAISED TO THE GREAT SPIRIT AND rCAL/SE THEY LOVED THE LAND OF THEIR FATHERS AND , SUED NOT FORSAKE IT, THE 6REAT SPIRIT GAVE THEM E GIFT OF FIRE AND THE PROMISE OF A GREAT SIGN ! WHAT THE GREAT SPIRIT SAID, CAME TO PASS.'FOR THEY THAT < > FORSOOK THE LAND OF THEIR > FATHERS HOSE TO GREAT GLORY' BUT WERE THE FIRST TP BE BROUGHT ■OW.' PALEFACES CALLED THEM AZTEC5J THOSE THAT FORSOOK THE LAND OF THEIR FATHERS SHALL RISE • TO GREAT GLORY, BUT BECAUSE THEY FORSOOK THEIR LAND THEY SHALL BE THE FIRST M TO BE CONqUERED.' _ ROD CAMERON WESTERN ROD CAMERON WESTERN AT THE HOTEL, AS AFTER THE POLECAT !ERA(?ES TO RETIRE J AND LET HIM HAVE IT, THIS’LL SLOW YOU VARMINTS DOWN TO A TROT, I RECKON -- THIS’LL TAKE CARE OF THE FOOL! j-' GOOD WORK. ROD CAMERON WFSTERN SUNG HIM ACROSS HIS SADDLE AND LET’S MAKE TRACKS PRONTO AND TMS’U. HELP BLANK OUT TORE < MEMORY-SAVVY? J water . all right, ) W ' 1 men; tote < 1% ROP CAMERON INTO ) THE CABIN ! TIE THE < > VARMINT IN A CHAIR FACING THE POOR WITH k HIS BACH TO AN as. open window ;/:•< AT SUNRISE THE REP5KINS VISIT THE SECRET HIDING J PLACE OF THE SPIRIT ^ FLAMEANP X AIM J ' _ TO BE THERE I WHEN THEY DO. 1 T/' MAKE SURE HE’S WELL HOG-TIED .’V ^ I’VE HEARD THAT CRITTER CAN J HE’LL WORM HIMSELF OUT OF ANY f NEVER situation; we don’t want J get out ANY SLIP-UPS/ OF THESE I RECKONED I’P FIND ANOTHER OUTFIT OF . HIS IN HIS ,-^ SADDLEBAG. 1 / WHAT I ► ROD CAMERON AND 1 ARE BOTH OF THE SAME HEIGHT AND GENERAL , BUILD/ WITH HIS DUDS ON AND A ^ MASK, NO ONE WOULD BE ABLE 1 TO TELL U5 APART-WHICH Jk V IS PART OF MY PLAN/ >/ KILL HIM, NATURALLY. 1 BUT I AIM TO DO IT MY WAY-WHICH IS TO MAKE THE MAVERICK HILL . .HIMSELFJ FOLLOW | msT—f ME AND YUH’LL A , TO DO WITH CAMERON’S DUDS, WELLS? ROD CAMERON WESTERN NOW TO UNCOIL.THIS ROPE AND 60 BACK ■ AROUND THE CABIN TO . — THE OPEN WINDOW tep by step the noose tightens, casting the valiant Knight of the saddle into the SHADOWS OF TUB SEPULCHER! Read on for chapter H of THE WHITE BUFFALO TRAIL J MOW! PRIZE ONE RING IN EVERY BOX \ OFRAISIN BRAN j M> h/dSf?hj-tfo dotTbpsJ WHAT YOU GET! Open a box of Kellogg’s Raisin 1 Bran and get your prize! A bright- colored genuine plastic ring with a picture on top! Pictures of airplanes, cowboys, Indians, sport stars, movie stars! These prize picture rings fit any finger! Most important, you get this double-treat: plump honeycomb raisins, with Kellogg’s nourishing golden-crisp flakes! -] Surprise—entirely new series of prizes coming soon! if/ear 'em! Collect 1 ^! Si <0p em ' ROD CAMERON WESTERN "OH BOV ?" YUR BUT THE ONLY ONE YllH HAVE TO BE AFEAREP OF IS THE "OMBOV/” ER, El?, ARE THERE ANY WILD ANIMALS IN THE WILLS AROUNP WEf?E, ( AM8UNG ANPV ? V TENPERFOOT IS THE MOST FRIGHTENSP HOMBBE I. , EVE? Saw (GULP) IT IS 1 ER, HOW PIP IT SET . THAT STRANGE N*r name i IT'S A TERRIBLE ANIMAL/ WAL, IT LIVES T ONLY ON WILP ■p GARLIC ANP. r onions/ Tit mhz i pound 'Em .. AND I SHOWED) TIM** DAD HOW THIS 7 COULD "POPSICLE" - ^ W WRITING 5 BETWEEN THE LINES WITH MY SECRET INK 'id rss—- ROD CAMERON WESTERN chapter H SHADOWS of the SEPULCHER ... AND THE GREAT WONDER HORSE, WAR PAINT, OBEYS INSTANTLY.' e==—-- -- --- *■ BACK-WAR PAINT. 1 BACK AROUND TO THE WINDOW-BEHIND ME ! ^r<\ ROD CAMERON WESTERN ROD CAMERON WESTERN ROD CAMERON WESTERN BACK TO TOWN -4 '-n 'WHERE ARE WE\ TO SET THE WHITES HEADED, WELLS 7) RILED UP AGAIKI5T ^ ^ dL the redmen < *S LOOK. 1 HERE COME5 CHIEF AND MEDICINE MEN RUNNING BACK " FROM PLACE OF GREAT SPIRIT . — . FLAME > J — HEAP BAD SIGN. , SOMETHING -m l WRONG SOUND THE WAR DRUMS.’ ROD CAMERON HRS BETRAYED US.' HE IS LEADING WHITE ~ tT MEN TO WIPE rj . —, US OUT/ | LET TWO WARRIORS SCOUT THE TOWN , FIND OUT IF PALEFACES ARE ARMING FOR ATTACK. 1 WE MAT YET HAVE Tp TIME TO STRIKE FIRST/ r-^ ) WE MUST RIDE AT ' ONCE TO WARN OUR PEOPLE. 1 LOOK. 1 IT IS ROD CAMERON J HE RIDES INTO TOWN.' COME. 1 WE STRIKE AT HIM FROM BOTH . SIDES. 1 p. ROD CAMERON WESTERN t nce again Rod js death, but will this be the end of the trail? Turn to Chapter H for the thrilling climax, BUFFALO STAMPEDE.' ROD CAMERON WESTERN A LITTLE WHILE BACK, I WROTE YOU PAROS ABOUT SOME OF THE WESTERN EXPRESSIONS WE USE IN THESE PARTS. THERE'S ONE A LOT OF FOLKS USE THAT I'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO REALLY HANKER FOR. IT'S CALLED "BARKING AT A KNOT. " THAT PHRASE MEANS TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH THE IMPOSSIBLi WHEN A COWHAND SEES ANOTHER WADDY TRYING TO DO SOMETHING HE RECKONS CAN'T BE DONE, HE'LL JUST STAND BACK AND SAY, "LOOK ATI THAT HOMBRE BARKING AT A KNOT. " ^ / BUT I DON'T USE THE EXPRESSION. WHY? WELD; 7 JUST THINK BACK OVER HISTORY AND NOTE HOW OFTEN FOLKS LAUGHED AND RIDICULED A MAN THEY THOUGHT WAS"BARKING AT A KNOT." YET THOSE MEN WHO PAID NO HEED AND KEPT RIGHT ON TRYING ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL OF THE INVENTIONS AND PROGRESS WE KNOW TODAY — THINGS OTHER FOLKS CALLED IMPOSSIBLE. SO DON'T PAY ATTENTION TO FOLKS WHO LAUGH AND SNEER AT YOU AND SAY YOU'RE*BARKINC AT A KNOT." IF YOU REALLY WANT TO DO SOMETHING AND YOU'VE GOT FAITH IN IT, KEEP TRYING AND YOU'LL FIND THE IMPOSSIBLE CAN BECOME REALITY! WELL, PARTNERS , I'LL BE MOSEYING ALONG NOW, BUT KEEP A PLACE OPEN FOR ME AT YOUR HITCHING POST. P.S.-ALL YOU PARDS WHO WOULD LIKE MY PICTURE, JUST SEND YOUR REQUEST AND MONEY ALONG TO ME. 11"x 14" _ $1.00 8" x 10" __ $ .25 5 x 7"_ $ -10 ROD CAMERON WESTERN WHY OON'T YUH ANSWER TW6 DOOR, iSHBKlpFiF ''rKemmz OKAY, I' ■ BESIDES, YO'fZE MUH ' MUH LIPS MAS SEEN SO PULL ■ OF DISAPPOINTMENTS I TH0USH r S rr WAS JUST ANOTHER CASEy V ^-v OF HARO KNOCKS*"/^ f NO.' NO.' I WEAK S ■SOMEONE'S AT TME DOOR/ DON'T YUH -i 1 HEAR THE KNOCK?, ASSISTANT, BULKY, SO IT'5 b YOUR JOS TO OPEN nsg THE o00z ! W X COULDN'T/ I ’ .TOOK SICK EATIN& THE LAST X PROSASUY < HEARD Hg WAS SWIPED THE ENTIRE POS1 ri&ht there/ U Yum didn't \ HE CAME TO J SWE HUM ONE, j MOW RANCH i DIDYUHT J ASKING PER J v A rr» 'C a 1 ImEmm ROD CAMERON WESTERN ROD CAMERON WESTERN ^DUDLEY, THE DUDE By Walter Farmer njjpHE usual group of idlers was lounging in M front of the harness shop when the stage pulled in. Each was wearing his broad hat on the back of his neck and a straw between his teeth. They were, of course, interested in the stage, for it was the daily “event” in Three Mile City. They Were, however, not interested enough to move front their slack positions when a drummer, an old tartcher, and a middle- aged lady emerged" froth the coach. But when the apparitioh got out, “it” really held their attention. It was dressed in flat shoes, peg-topped pants and a tight fitting coat. It wore a necktie with a high, white, celluloid collar, and an iron hat—that is to say, a derby. All the idlers sat up and one of them even stood Up. “Whoops!” bellowed flannel-mouth, “Dudley the Dude!” exclaimed Pinky. “Where did you get that hat?” yelled Big Sandy. “It” got a little pink in the cheeks, but otherwise gave no notice to the scoffers. In¬ stead, it said to the' middle-aged lady, “Here, allow me to carry that heavy valise for you.” The lady was pleased and grateful and sur¬ rendered the heavy bag. But Pinky had mosey¬ ed up. He tripped the character in the peg pants and the iron hat; the bag fell in the mud and burst open, spilling clothing into the oozing black muck. A fist shot out and sent Pinky sprawling into the same black ooze. Erom that moment on the loafers ceased re- fering to the strange-looking character as “it" artd called it “him.” They respected that punch, no matter how the owner was dressed. Pinky was violently angry. He raised him- selt off the ground, made a swipe or two knock- iflg the mud from his pants, then said, “All right, Mister. Nobody knocks me down. I’m counting ten, then we draw. One . . . two . . . three . . .” The stranger with the punch paid fib atten¬ tion. He was helping the middle-aged lady gather Up the spilled contents Of het bag. When Pinky finally said “ten” and whipped his Colt from its holster, another gun barked, and Plhky’s weapon flopped from his hand. No one was certain who had fired that shot. All eyes had been focused on Pinky and the stranger. And they knew the stranger hadn't fired; he was bending over to pick up the last of the spilled things from the valise. The stranger placed his hat on a nail in the wall of the narrow hotel bedroom. Thefi he sat Oh the edge bf the hard mattress and, chin in hand, began wondering if it had all been a mistake—his coming here to Three Mile City. He had not missed the jeers of the loaf¬ ers, the hostility that their ridicule implied. He felt very alone and unwanted. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. “Come in,” he said, without enthusiasm. A tall, broad-shouldered, sandy haired man entered. "Howdy, Dudley,” he said. “My name’s Larkin. Everybody calls me Sandy.’ “How do you do,” said the stranger, stiffly. “1 recognize your voice. You made a comment on my hat when the stage arrived today." Sandy chuckled. "You’ve got sharp ears, Dudley, and that’s a fact." .. and I suppose you’re calling me Dudley because I was referred to as Dudley the Dude.” Sandy chuckled again. “Nope. I looked at the hotel register and according to that, your name is George Dudley. And nobody, seeing how you used your fists today, is likely to be calling you a dude.” “I’m sorry about that,” Said George Dud¬ ley. “I lost my temper.” “You did no more than what was right,” said Sandy. “Then you haven't come here to play some kind of joke ort me?" "Nope, I come here as a friend. I admit I was struck kind of furtny by your getup. I reckon maybe that’s the way people dress in the east, but it looked kind of peecOolar out here. But no mind. It ain’t how a man dresses; it’s what he's got Under his skirt that counts. I’m for you. You’re the new school teacher?” ROD CAMERON WESTERN they're to get along right and proper. This country is getting . . why it’s getting civil- “1 was going to be.” “What do you mean, was?” George Dudley stared at the floor. It was" a moment or two before he spoke, then he said, “I guess I’m Sort of art idealist. I heard there was a great heed for school teachers in this frontier territory. I decided to come out. I thought I could do a lot of good by helping the youngsters in a wild country. I see I Was all Wrong.” “All wrong?” “Surely! A teacher has to command the re¬ spect of his pupils. But I’m a laughing stock to the adult population of Three Mile City. Children ape their elders. If the grownups laugh at me, the boys and girls will have no \ confidence in what I have to say. I’ve decided to take the morning stage back east.” Sandy strode up and down, his great brown hand stroking his hard chin. “Of course,” he said, “if you’re a quitter — if you’re scared of Pinky — why I guess ...” “I’m not a quitter!” blazed the teacher. “I'm not afraid! But I want to do rhy job right. I . i i" Sandy cut in, with his amazingly mellow drawl, “No, you're not afraid. And I size you up as a right good teacher. We need you here. But, listen. Even a teacher Can learn somei thing and there’s something I want you to know. Now I’m not much for books, myself, because I can’t read so good, but I heard a saying, ‘When you’re in Rome you’ve got to carry on the same as the Romans do.’ In a manner of speaking, you’re in Rome. Now the first thing I’d recommend is that you trade in that iron hat — somebody could use it for a wash basin — and get yourself a sombrero. Then . . .” George Dudley listened intently to the sug¬ gestions, decided that Sandy was truly sincere and that his ideas would be helpful. At one point he broke in with, “Why are you so inter¬ ested in a stranger — a dude school teacher?” “My kids,” chuckled Sandy. "I’ve got two boys and a girl. They’ve got to have an ed- dication. What I know is good enough for me, but when they're grown-up, they’ll have to know a heap more than their old man if ized\" The new teacher was COhvinced of Sandy’s sincerity. He let himself be newly outfitted with a btoad-brimmed hat, a plaid shirt, levis and chaps, high-heeled half-boots, with spurs. “You. look purty good," said Sandy at last. “Except you’re practically naked without a six-gun.” "Oh, I don’t need a gun!” exclaimed Dudley. “It was a gun that saved you from getting drilled by Pinky,” responded Sandy Larkin, dryly. t “YoU?” “The same!” “But a gun! I don’t believe in violence! I could never kill a man. I . . .” Sandy talked earnestly and briskly to the teacher, who finally nodded. In the Purple Dog saloon, Pinky was blow¬ ing off Steam. He said the dude had hit him while he wasn’t looking. He said somebody had meddled by shooting the gun out of his Hand. He said he Would take care of the dude the next time they met. "We’re meeting now!” said a voice from the swing doors. Pinky whirled. He saw the Dude, how dressed completely in Western regalia. He saw the dude flip a six- gun from the holster at his side, spin it in the air, and catch it deftly. Pinky bolted out the back door, leaving a half-finished drink Oh the bar, He was last seen heading out of tOWn as fast as his palorrtitto could gallop. L ATER, in the hotel room, “Dude” George Dudley handed the six-gun back to the chuckling Sandy as he said, *’ll worked.” "You’re all set,” laughed Sandy. “YoU Will 'now be the most respected school teacher in all the west. The kids will learn a heap.” “Well, thanks to yOu for keeping my secret.” “That the gun was empty?” "Yes, that. And that I'm so mear-sighted I couldn’t hit the side of a barn!” responded the neW teacher. THE END ROD CAMERON WESTERN ROD CAMERON WESTERN > HE’S FREE.' IjILL HIM.' THE TRAITOR MUST PAY THE PRICE FOR HIS '-. TREACHERY.' ■-' ---AND CATCH THE BLADE OF THE KNIFE BETWEEN Y MY WRISTS.' FF/ITH LIGHTNING PRECISION, THE GRANITE-HARP, POWER- JU PACKEP FISTS OF ROD CAMERON FLASH AMONG THE WARRIOR5 WITH PEVASTATING EFFECT.' £===—- COULD USE MY SIX-GUNS ON THESE RANNIE5, ■ LIT I AIM TO POUND A MITE OF SENSE INTO THEM -pj- - -illfc NOT KILL T s J*’ THIS ARROW WILL FIND YOUR HEART, ROD CAMERON.’ X RECKON I’LL HAVE TO PLAY ONE END AGAINST THE OTHER.' ___ 1 YOU ASK THAT! \ I HAVEN'T \ YOU TRIED TO I SEEN YOU SINCE KILL US AT < THE BUFFALO / THE CAVERN \ DANCE, CHIEFj \ OF THE GREAT/ SOME TINHORNS SPIRIT FLA MET/ BUSHWHACKED YOU SPEAK LIKE ONE WHO ) TELLS THE TRUTH.' J | V/ITH INIMITABLE SPEED, ROD ■“■^CAMERON’S HAND BLURS TOWARD HIS HOLSTER AND HIS SIX-GUN BUCKS AND ROARS IN HIS HAND.'y-7--- — - 1( NOW.IF YOU HARDHEADS WILI VOBLIGE,WHAT'S ALL THIS \ FUSS ABOUT? I'M BEGINNING TO SEE THE WHOLE FOUL PLOT TELL ME THE WHOLE . STORY, CHIEF' ROD CAMERON WESTERN ROD CAMERON WESTERN HE’S STILL 1 ALIVEHE SHOT MV GUN AWAY.' HE NICKEP MY WRIST.' HE’S SLIDING IT MUST HAVE BEEN HIS GHOSTi HE } S < D/SAPPEARED' ) I’M OUT OF LEAD. I’LL FINISH THIS , WITH MY P/STS. 1 , DROP THOSE GUNS PRONTO' J REACH FER YORE RIFLE?- OUcHi >T MISS ROD CAMERON WESTERN WATCH IT. 1 HE’S COMING PER US.' IP YOU MEN HAVE ANY POWER TO SPEND, YOU’D BEST SAVE IT FOR THOSE REDSKINS OUT THERE / Jj THOSE INDIANS OUT THERE ARE NOT PLANNING TO ATTACH, SHERIFF ' THIS PARCEL OF 1 VARMINTS COOKED UP THAT jg§ STORY SO AS TO CLEAR A M . THE VALLEY OF THE UMlll REOMEN.• YOU HARDCASES KNOW ONLY ONE LANGUAGE-ROUSHPLAY' WELL ,VI fa^OING TO ROUGH YOU UP A BIT J NOW I’M HEAPING TO ROUND J UP THE HEAD TINHORN THEY <, TAKE OROER5 FROM, BEFORE . HE GETS mgr -—-- AWAY.' ROD CAMERON i v r ^W THE BEST SADDLE - EBB I \ SLAPPING HOMBRE W \ ' T IN THE WEST.' r- ROD CAMERON IS MY HANDLE, SHERIFF, AND I AIM TO MAKE - THOSE CHARGES ) „_ STICK _ S WHO ARE YOU, STRANGER ? THOSE ARE MIGHTY ^ SERIOUS CHARGES.' COME ON, YUH MEN .'WE’RE RIDING --WITH ROD t V CAMERON ! I ROD CAMERON WESTERN IS REDMEN JOIN WHITE MEN IN THE 6R P A STORM GATHERS ON THE HORIZON COME.'WE HIOE BEHIN17 OUR BROTHER, THE ENTRANCE TO THfe CAVE IS JUST UP THE GULLY A BIT.' HA,HA.' YOU HAVEN’T WON YET, ROD CAMERON .' BLAST ROD CAMERON.' HE’S GAINING ON ME .' I’VE GOT TO GET AWAY FROM HIM SOMEHOW, BEFORE THIS CAYUSE I’M ON . FOLDS UP UNDER ME.'^__ ;; SSS? nf/gfc A SWELL SUNT RPR A j SEE! THIS PLAY SQUEEZE PLAY. 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