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Po. pj^rfidown/ y ROD CAMERON WESTERN Executive Editor Editor' Art Editor WILL LIEBERSON M. SHULL AL |ETT£R The following outstanding magatines are eaiily identified on their covers by the words A FAWCETT PUBLICATION. CAPT. MARVEL ADVENTURES . LASH L.RUE WESTERN . THE MARVEL FAMILY • FAWCETT'S FUNNY ANIMALS WHIZ COMICS • WESTERN HERO • ROCKY LANE WESTERN . NYOKA THE JUNCLE CIRL • CABBY HAYES WESTERN ‘ CAFT. MARVEL JR. . MASTER COMICS • TOM MIX WESTERN • MONTE HALE WESTERN . HOFALONC CASSIDY ROD CAMERON WESTERN . BILL BOYD WESTERN . SIX-CUN HEROES . FAWCETT MOVIE COMIC • SOB COLT MOTION PICTURE COMICS . TEX RITTER WESTERN Cv President ruthless renegades, glutted with greed, fanned ihe flames of hate into a holocaust of fury aimed at bloody massacre J Undaunted, indomitable kod came ft on plunged roughshod ever blazing sixgum into the maelstrom of singing lead and blazing gunpowder for a whirlwind showdown with CARBINE RUNNERS J ROD CAMERON WESTERN. Dec . 1951. Vol. 2. r Kv. Eopynght 1951 by Fawcett Publications. Inc. Trademark of Fawcett Publications. In l\p Y Send remittances and letters concerning subscriptions, change of address, etc. scrption rate 12 issues for $1.20 in U. S . possessions and Canada. Foreign. $1.70 m interr he Act of March 3. i*879 W Addn >lace. Creenwich. Conn- Les.°67 l w’ , 3Ath St.. Pt T j Pi . Greenwich. Conn. Sub- j ROD CAMERON WESTERN A LITTLE CLOSER. WAR PRINT.' I’VE GOT TO GET ABOftRP THESE FRIGHTENEP HORSES ■ ANP BRINS THEM TO A HALT 'OP CAMERON IS RIPINS THE CULVER PLAINS WHEN. HAPPENEP,') I WAS BUSH- SOLPIER ? J WHACKED BY -_ .r—fS ROAD AGENTS.’ 7 / f ONE of them hit / 7 ME ON THE HEAP I \ S ANP THAT’S ALL I WAS ON MV WAV TO FORT KEARNY WITH A . LOAD OF CARBINES < WHEN-WIT SMOMS !, THE COYOTES STOLE / THE WHOLE LOAD J E yOUDBETTER GET ) THANKS A HEAP . YOUR REPORT TO N. FOR SAVING MV THE FORT, SOLPIER.' 1LIFE, STRANGER' I’LL KEEP MV EVES A- - __ , ^ OPEN FOR THOSE 1 ZB ] f CARBINE RUNNERS.'/ fyji \ APIOS .' I' ulf \ FEW PAYS LATER. > THAT CLOUP OF PUST OVER THERE INPICATES SOMETHING’S UP.' I RECKON I’LL SASHAY V Sjx*OVER THAT WAY.' f-' ROD CAMERON WESTERN STAY OUT OF THIS, SADDLE TRAMP, IF YOU Yi TO BREATHE LONGER ! X GIVE THE ORDERS IN THESE PARTS.' j— _—- WHAT’S^ THESE POLECATS THIS ALL / AIM TO KEEP ABOUT?/ US FROMSET- TUNG THE NEW \l\ HOMESTEAD TERRI- / > TORY THAT’S SET ( BY LAW TO OPEN U VAT NOON TODAY.' WE’VE GOT TOO GOOD A RACKET IN THESE PARTS TRADING WITH THE REDSKINS TO )lg LET OURSELVES BE RUN jUG OUT OF BUSINESS 1 V AIM TO SET A TRAP FOR MISTER CAMERON M USING THE SETTLERS AS BRIT ROD CAMERON WESTERN LISTEN CLOSELY.' WE’LL RIDE TO ARAPOHOE PASS --, AND THEN. f ONE MINUTE TO 60, FOLKS . 1 WHEN I FIRE THE STARTING SHOT, SET OUT TO STAKE YOUR HOMESTEAD CLAIMS.* eS I’LL FOLLOW JUST IN CASE THOSE HARDCASES GIVE J\Y v«i ANYMORE TROUBLE.* jr-rr^W I’M GOING TO TAKE THE RIP 6 E THAT OYER- < LOOKS THE PLAINS .'IN THAT WAY, I’LL BE ABLE TO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THOSE TROUBLE- < MAKINS VARMINTS WE JUST RAN OFF.* I’M ] CERTAIN THEY’RE NOT GOING TO GIVE UP J --— 3 *^.—v so easily.* FOLKS THAT LOVE LAND AS THOSE SETTLERS DO WILL i TAKE MIGHTY GOOD CARE j OF IT AND MAKE A FOUNDATION FOR MgM THE FUTURE.*—’ YlPPEEE HOOFBBR7S — HEADING THIS WAY FROM THE DIRECTION OF THE SMOKE SIGNALS.' WE’LL TAKE COVER AND r- 5SE WHO THE RIDERS J - -v * RE •' LET’S AIDE, THIS CALLS FOR ACTION PRONTO J ROD CAMERON WESTERN Y IPJYIPJ MORE IN PIRNS. WE HAVEN’T A MOMENT TO LOSE, WAR PAINT, SO WE’LL HAVE TO TAKE f' THIS SHORT CUT .'NO J TELLING WHEN THE / INDIANS MAT STRIKE HP HP .'SNOOT -7 PRLSFRCtif AEEE/Iljt I’M PLUMB THANKFUL THOSE BRAVES HAVEN’T HAP RIFLES LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME MARKSMEN.' I COULD PICK THEM OFF EASILY •> BUT I’VE GOT BETTER 'je—I plans; THIS IS ONE WAT OF ENDING THIS LITTLE FRACAS WITHOUT —, BLOODSHED > _ ROD CAMERON WESTERN DON’T MOVE.' I’VE GOT YOU 1H COVERED WHERE DID TOU SET THOSE CARBINE5? _ TALK! j - 'LN- ^ WHITE MAN SWAP Sm/71 GUN5 FOR PONIES. 1 jaf— TELL US SETTLERS ■Hi COME TO RILL US Wmt I( >V AND STEAL OUR Pl| ///>--, LAND.' ^ THAT’S A LIB / THE WHITE MEN < WHO SOLD TOU THE CARBINES ARE BADMEN WHO STIR UP TROUBLE * TO MAKE MONET.'THE . SETTLERS ARE GOO D 1 FOLKS WHO AIM TO I BE TOUR FRIENDS// HOP CAMERON ! TOU ARE A GOOD MAN -FRIEND OF REDMEN MANT TALES OF TOU -T HAVE REACHED OUR V” CAMPFIRES j Jyou SPEAK / ~'* s r WITH A STRAIGHT TONGUEWHO ARE YOU, PALEFACE?^ GET A AMBLING, , WAR PAINT . 1 WE’VE GOT TO WARN f / kTHE SETTLERS .J THAT’S ALL X NEED, PARDS X KNOW REDMEN NEVER b BREAK THEIR ,--” 1 PROMISE/ J GOOD NOT A SIGN OF THE SETTLE* ANTWHERE/THET SHOULD^ HAVE ARRIVED AND BE f STAKING OUT THEIR HOMESTEADS ! j" '"W ,-- ROD CAMERON WESTERN ROD CAMERON WESTERN whe valiant plains rider and his great stallion are caught under an avalanche of rocHs and dirt J And the pendulum of death swings closer and closer J boss.'it can’t bb -but ™ CAMERON IS STILL AUVS ! HE’S COT MORE LIVES THAN A CAOSS-EVED BLACK CAT . 1 ' M ■ DON’T FRET.' HE’LL BE NEEDING THEM BEFORE I GET THROUGH WITH fsr-HIM IpUT FATE RIDES WITH THOSE THAT RIPE THE TRAIL OF JUSTICE.' AS THE HUGE BOULDER DESCENDS IT LODGES ITSELF IN A NARROW WEDGE ABOVE ROD CAMERON i r-rr- n -,- IT SEEMS THAT THE PARCEL OF COVOTES INTENT ON KILLING US, OLD SCOUT, ARE DUE FOR A r DISAPPOINTMENT. 1 WE’LL PLAT J THEIR GAME TO THE FINISH '.’’Ja ROD CAMCRON WESTERN SEE THAT lake ? IT’S FED BV THE MELTING SNOW FROM THE MOUNTAINS.'WHEN IT OVERFLOWS, IT EMPTIES INTO THE COULEE ^ BELOW IT WHERE THE SETTLERS’ WAGONS ARE.’ Jg -g- GET IT? ■ pssjff Ma. : j WE GOT IT.' < THE SETTLERS\ , ) A NO CAMERON h / TRAPPED T IF THEV STAV THERE AND IF THEV TRV TO LEAVE WE SHOOT J \ THEM' SHALL WE TRV PICKING * THE MAVERICKS OFF, ROP ' j-, 1 RECKON WE MIGHT \( AS WELL PIE FIGHTING AV AS ANV OTHER WAV.' * HOLP VOUR J FIRE.' WE [ COULPN’T HIT ) THEM FROM HERE .'NO SENSE IN WASTING AMMUNITION iWE . MIGHT NEED g|jn it later.' RIGHT.' WE’VE GOT THEM PEAD TO RIGHTS .'THEV DO AS WE ORDER OR WE S DROWN OR SHOOT THEM ' LIKE RATS IN A TRAP.' ) KEEP UNDER S. ) COVER AND WAIT )\ j FOR THclR NEXT MOVE .'THE VARMINTS WILL OPEN FIRE ON j •>, VOU IF VOU ^YjyFWHEY TALK BUSINESS.' THEY’RE COMING BACK 1 TOLD YOU TO REACH FOR THE SKY,MOT YOUR SMOKE STICKS, YOU PASSEL OF -— —^ tea ,,, coyotes/ yrT^li MY GL'NHANP. NOW’S MY CHANCE TO GET EVEN WITH THIS CAMERON. 1 Jfi 1 TRIPPED)GOOD WORK.SLIM.') HIM • y WE’LL GIVE HIM A < V. COUPLE OF WALLOPS ), Vi-;i If ON THE HEAD AND THEN S / WE’LL FINISH THE,POLECAT 1/wlv OFF ONCE AND FOR ALL J KWMBy settlers 1 I HIMyl I THAT’S IT.' ROLL THE VARMINT TO THE X EDGE OF THE CLIFF AND SET THE KEG OF POWDER AT THE EDGE OF THE LAKE r*g WITH A LONG FUSE ATTACHED V&ii _ TO IT.' J -s— -Jim ROD CAMERON WESTERN « N THE NEXT AWESOME MOMENT A TERRIFIC EXPLOSION RENDERS THROUGH THE CUFF AND CUTS THROUGH THE STILLNESS OF THE MOUNTAINS WITH A DEAFENING ROAR J HOW CAN ROP SAVE HIMSELF FROM THIS INESCAPABLE DESTRUCTION ? READ CHAPTER® PASSPORT TO JUSTICE/ ROD CAMERON WESTERN J 1 CAN SMELL A NEWSPAPER REPORTER. : A MILE OFF/ I'VE 1 J SOT TO SET RIP OF * PONT LET MUM THAT'S BECAUSE, I'M HIM/ ''HOW PO YOU *• KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT SAM THE -r SHERIFF?^ SIZE FOOL YUH/ , PYNAMITE COMES IN &MALL PACKAC TOO/ NOW WHAT'f ON YORE MINP: I’LL PROVE I'M (REAL ^>3 TDUSH / WHY, ONLV LAST T -WEEK THE CHIEF MARSHAL TOOK ME UP IN THE HILLS, „ ANP TOLP ME TO SUAR7 A THE MOUNTAIN PASS-" NOT TO LET ANYSOPY OR ANYTHINS THROUSH/ I'M A REPORTER.'VWELL, I'M I WAS SENT OUT K YORE MAN. 1 TO SET AN / v —-jr— INTERVIEW WITH V V /TTN A REAL TOUSH i SHERIFF/ f—V ) ROD CAMERON WESTERN ^WHY, I TOU? THE fl pepury that i hap ~ ’ RECEIVE? ORPERS NOT , TO LET ANYTHING OR ANYSOPY COME THROJSH t THE PASS ANP NO HURRICANE WAS . Xj^ETTlNS THROUSH'Jg / A PEW MINUTES A LATER THE PEPUTY ] S RAN UP AMP TOLP A ■ ME THAT HE HEARP Tf A REPORT THAT A . HURRICANE WAS > k >( COMINS THROUGH J V. THE PASS/ whatt NO, SUT YOU CERTAINLY w RUBBERIZE THE ,-- -TRUTH VO YOU MEAN TO SAY YOU 5TOPPEP A HURRICANE FROM (SETTING PAST J7 YOU r IIM SESINNING TO THINK THAT WHEN IT V COMES TO SLOWING OFF 2 A LOT OF WlNP, YOU'RE SETTER THAN A HURRICANE; RUBBERIZE j ■me TRUTH ? ’ WHAT 70 YOU MEAN ?— ARE YOU CALLING MB A LI ART If PPN'T GET.ANGRY/ I'LL WRITS f701A/kJ 1A/UATPA/PZ NMlI TBI I MB j FYUH setter be ” CAREFUL HOW YUH TALK .to me, or i'll give . ^ YUH A STRETCH IN ^ THE CLINK. YOU STRETCH IT. POWN WHATEVER YOU TOLL ME. NOW I'P LIKE TO FINP OUT f- WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE / SPORT ? -* SWIMMING.' EVERYgOPY IN MUH FAMILY * LOVES TUH ►-.SWIM/ ROD CAMERON WESTERN ARB VOU THE BEST swimmer. in your . ■w FANMUy Ty—^ you MEAN HE ACTUALLY W6NT SWIMMIN© WHEN IT WAS r --' .FIFTY SELOW ZERO? \/ NO, MUW uncle is.' \ THE LAST TIME HE WENT SWIMMINS THE TEMPERATURE WAS FIFTY BELOW "ZERO/ THAT’S coz R&CT/ I'LL let you KNOW WHEN WS 7EFROST Ate- ^ ^ | HIAN/^-^5— *5Bi THAT SOUNDS EXCITING.' GIVE ME THE DETAIL S' THE MARSHAL TOL7 ME l'7 FIND ■ THE HOMSRB IN THE WORST OWE > IN TOWN, SO I LOOKED PER A V SWIMMING HOLE >7 WITH A BROKEN , ^DIVING BOARD/, ' WELL, 01D .you EVER WIN ANY SWIMMINS RACES ? ifI'VE SEEN MV >* TOO SUSY M S CHASING BANDITS „ TO ENTER a RACES/3UT '<3 I ONCE CAUSHT \ A SANPIT SWIMMING/ V > ROD CAMERON WESTERN -ANP THAT'S EXACTl.y WHERE I RXINP THE —£ANPIT/ * I PIPM’T SOTHEE ASKINS HIM WHAT HE WA5 PDlNS/X JUST 7 THREW HIM A , „ K CARE 0? SOAP/1 F WHAT WAS 1 HE TRyiNS TO ^ PC—SWIM OUT i OP TOWN ? r- I SURE SID.' IT WAS THE J ONLY TIME 4 THAT I WAS 4 ALL WET. SLIT X STILL KNEW WHAT I WAS -V P0IN6 l J PIP VOU SRlNG HIM L ’ IN? > NOT UNTIL X I POUE IN ANP A WRUNG IT OUT . OF HIM/ X LOCKEP HIM UP * ON THE GROUNDS THAT HE KEPT A SKINS A t- LOT OF SILLY T QUESTIONS/ ) ROD CAMERON WESTERN THE WEANE1 By Westbrook Wilson a OME and get it!” bellowed the cook. The men sat up, rubbing their sleepy eyes and shivering in their wet, chilly blankets. The rain had begun to fall through the early morning air, a drenching downpour of ice- water. Now the punchers were stiff and cold and they pulled on their socks and boots with numbed fingers. They growled and grumbled as they dressed, then moved in ones and twos toward the big, glowing fire and the pungent aroma of strong coffee in the huge, smoke- blackened pot. Circling the fire they gulped the near-boiling liquid and it sent a welcome warmth through them. Then they ate, fast and wolfishly as hungry men do. Tex Barney, the wagon boss, tried to interject a note of cheer into the gloomy morning with the comment, “Well, boys, it could be worse. Tonight we’ll be home.” A puncher named Freckles retorted grump¬ ily through a mouthful of food, “YeSh, if we don’t all get drowned first.” He meant it as a sarcastic joke, but no one laughed. The wagon boss looked around at the circle of faces illuminated by the firelight as if he were counting noses. Suddenly he bellowed, "Say! Where’s Chauncey?” Nobody knew. Tex rose and walked with purposeful stride toward the chuck wagon. Peering under it he saw a bundle of blankets. He grabbed a leg and pulled. A rumple of blankets and a tall young man were hauled from under the shelter of the wagon into the driving rain. “Hey, leggo!” howled Chauncey, in a half- asleep voice. “You’re getting me wet!” “Now isn’t that just, too bad!” Tex was sarcastic, and an echo of laughter came from the circle of punchers. Tex released the leg and said, “Stand up!” Chauncey made a dive to get back under the wagon. Tex grabbed him by the shoulder and hauled him to his feet. Even hunched against the rain, Chauncey stood a head tailer than the squat wagon boss. In sleepy anger he took a roundhouse swing at his tormentor. Tex blocked the first with his left arm and sent a straight right to the young man’s jaw. Chaun¬ cey staggered back against the wagon, rubbing his pain-throbbed cheek. “You can’t hit me!” he whimpered. “Uncle John will give you the sack for this!” “Maybe so,” replied Tex, complacently. “But until he does, I’m boss. And while I’m boss, there are no favorites. You’ll get your prize carcass rained on just like everybody else. Now get dressed and hop to it. Too bad you’re too late for breakfast. It’ll be right uncomfortable riding through this rain on an empty stomach!” Half the men had already roped their horses from the milling, stamping mass by the time Chauncey, angry, cold and hungry, approached with his rope. He waited sullenly until there was but one horse remaining. That had to be his. Inexpert roper that he was, it made his chances better if he had only one mount to loop. On his third try he made it. Rounding up weanlings was hard, slow, pro¬ voking work. The cold, penetrating rain didn’t make it any easier. Tempers were raw, and Tex Barney was thankful they were on the last leg of their journey. He gave no further thought to his brush with young Chauncey, nephew of John L. Billings, owner of the JL spread. Chauncey Billings was troublesome, but Tex took that trouble in stride. “He’s just another weaner,” thought Tex. It was nearly night when the drive ended and the young cattle were under fence. It was not long afterward that Tex Barney was sum¬ moned to the ranch house, to the office of John L. Billings. As he entered, he saw the boss sitting at his desk, frowning, and young Chaun¬ cey leaning against the fireplace mantel, a smirk on his face. After a solemn, preliminary greeting, the boss said, “Tex, you are aware that this young man is my nephew, I believe.” “Yes, sir,” said Tex. “He claims you punched him in the jaw this morning. Do you admit it?” “It’s true,” said Tex. Owner Billings pulled open a drawer of the desk and began counting out bills on the flat ROD CAMERON WESTERN top. He shoved it across toward Tex and said, solemnly, “Here is a month’s pay, Tex.” “Thank you,” said Tex dryly. “Do you want me to leave now or in the morning?” “Leave?” exclaimed the boss. “Who said anything about leaving? Why I couldn’t get along without you, Tex. You’re the best wagon boss it was ever my good luck to employ. This is merely a bonus for obeying orders. I told you to treat my nephew just like any other hand and by George you did it! That took guts, man—guts! Take the money and keep it in good health. And if the market’s good, you’ll get a raise, besides.” "Thank you,” said Tex, leaving the room. The smirk had left young Chauncey’s face. He bit his lip, turned his face away from his uncle, and stalked out of the room behind Tex Barney. Tex hit the sack right after supper. It was good to get into a dry bunk with dry bed¬ clothes. The rain hammering on the roof was better than a lullaby for putting a man to sleep. He stretched out, closed his eyes, and was soon off to dreamland. But it seemed he had been asleep only a minute when a hand was shaking his shoulder, roughly. The words, “Tex!’ Tex! Wake up!” came to him, mistily. He opened sleep-heavy eyes. John L. Billings in a dripping poncho was bending over him. “Wake up, Tex!” John L, said. “I need your help. It’s that young fool!” “What young fool?” asked Tex, sitting up. “Chauncey! My nephew!” Mr. Billings ex¬ claimed. “He’s run away.” Tex rubbed his eyes. “I wouldn’t worry about that,” he said. “The kid got his feelings hurt. He’ll be back. Why I ran away many a time when I was younger.” “You don’t understand,” cried the boss ex¬ citedly. “He left a note. He said he’s heading for town. Going to take the stage back east. The only way he can get to town is to ford Rapid River. And with this rain, the ford is bound to be flooded. The young fool will be drowned unless we can head him off. And with this blame lame knee of mine, I can hardly ride at all, let alone ride fast. You’ll have to head him off, Tex!” The wagon boss was already out of bed and half dressed before John L. Billings had fin¬ ished his speech. All the cobwebs of sleep had been cleared from Tex’s mind as he fully realized Chauncey’s danger. Saddling up was a matter of seconds. Then he was off into the driving rain. He had left instructions with Mr. Billings to rouse certain other men to follow him. Tex had the fastest mount on the J L spread, and even in the slip¬ pery, muddy road, they made time. But when they arrived at the Rapid River ford, it seemed they were already too late. Tex could see the shadowy figure of a horseman, crossing the stream. Then a seething, rushing whirl of water tripped the horse and the horseman was flopped into the stream. The horse scrambled free and swam back to shore, leaving Chauncey clinging desperately to a slippery rock in midstream. “Help! Help!” The cry drifted across the rushing water. Tex sized up the situation at a glance. He wouldn’t risk his own horse in the rushing water. Quickly he fastened a rope around his own middle, tied the free end to a tree, and plunged into the stream. Half walking, half swimming, he moved forward. He reached mid¬ stream just as the battering current loosed Chauncey’s hold on the slippery rock. Tex lunged for the youth, grabbed his jacket, and hung on. The water swept them both down- stream, but the rope held and the current pulling against the rope moved them toward shore in a half circle until, battered and bruised, they reached shoal water and could stagger ashore. D RIED and bandaged, Tex and Chauncey sat in John L. Billings’ office, gulping hot coffee. “Tex saved your life,” said John. “I know,” said Chauncey sarcastically. “Give him another bonus, will you, Unc?” Tex rose quietly and flashed his left to the point of Chauncey’s chin. Mr. Billings looked down at his unconscious nephew. Then he turned to Tex and said, “I’m not too sure it can be done. But if it can be done, you’ll make a man of him yet!” THE END ROD CAMERON WESTERN RwtgAMERON : inse.B£ve*LVB«ivE ; iBEVERLV Mills. C*UfO*NiA : Your partner. fflowdy, I almost_.... _ j to meet you. Tad Somers is his name, and he sent his | apologies he couldn’t come.He had a previous appointment | in town. Tad’s a mighty fine and mighty old hombre- I some say he’s over ninety years. But you’d never Know it |to IooK at him. He’s hale and hearty, spry and young- •looKing. B I ashed him one day how he Kept looKing and feeling r so young and his answer is something I’ve never forgotten. I’d like to pass it on to you, partners. ’Every day. when a mmmmmm- i man waKes in the mornin S*'' Tdd said to ™e,’he has the choice of being happy or unhappy. I always choose to he happy." I drew him out a little further. ’When you’re happy,"he continued, * the world’s a good and happy * l8C,e Some folKs," 1 reminded Tad, "seem to have trouble being happy.* •ShucKs,' he replied, * it’s not hard. Just IooK at the bright side of life. Every problem, every single thing in this world, has two sides-a bright one and a darK one. Keep looKing it the bright side of things and they’ll turn out right every Yes, friends. Tad’s words are true-mighty true. When you’re feeling blue and down, hold up your head, count your blessings and locX at the bright side of things. You’ll be surprised how mighty fine they’ll turn out then .’ But, now. I’ve got to be riding on, and I’m sure sorry for that. But I’ve a bright side of my own to IooK at there, too —the side that says I’ll be bacK here next month with alt you good friends. So till then — good riding, partners time P. s- AIL YOU,pAgDS wuo WOULD LIKE MV PICTURE, JUST SEND YOUR REQUEST AND MONEY ALONG TO ME. ir* w"_$1.00 8" x lO" -$ .25 S x 7 "__ $ .101 , J*» ROD CAMERON WESTERN ©OSH, SOMETHING’S MUST BE THE ys MATTES WITH T «=• HOSHEAP/ y (MOANJ, moau.i; PONT VUH FEEL WELL? f 6 moau) oll I PEEL VERY WELLf > THEM WHY ARE VUH MOAMINJS AMP ' LOOKIN© SO SAP IF VUH FEEL V£P?y WELL?" 3 g| imoam) BECAUSE ) I ALWAYS PEEL ^ ©AD WHEN I PEEL TffLi-H | WELL • Cm oah) BECAUSE- — X KNOW I'M CaOING TO PEEL WORSE APTERWARDS. ROD CAMERON WESTERN yUM DON'T/ WELL, I'LL CONVINCE VXJH HOW SMART THIS POG A IS/ LISTEN TO THIS/ rj yup/ I'M WILLING TO SELL yUH THE > SMARTEST DOG IN THE WHOLE WEST A 'FOR ONLy FIVE DOLLARS f \ -^ - /SMARTEST DOS? ~HIM ? ~ G'WAN, I DON'T gEUEVE *» VUH/ x-> THAT'S RIGHT/ ROD CAMERON WESTERN ROD CAMERON WESTERN BACKUP.WARPAINTIPUT YOUR WEIGHT AGAINST THIS ^ BOULDER BEFORE THE [WATER STRIKES US >/ fi WSTiH, WWW PRINT 11 AIM TO USE THIS WATER THOSE VARMINTS ARE , FIXING TO DROWN US WITH TO j— MAKE A WAV OUT OF _ ' -J ing. THIS TRAP.' £ W m THE FORCE OF THIS WATER WILL LIGHTEN THE WEIGHT OF THIS BOULDER AND WITH VO UR WEIGHT ON IT, WAR PAINT, IT MIGHT DISLODGE ITSELF.' HERE’S VOUR GUNS, BOYS.'THE ** SETTLERS THAT AIM TO STEAL YOUR LAND ARE DOWN AT THE MOUTH j OF THE CANYON--USE THEM , - ' > AGAINST THEM AND THE J WHITE MAN THAT .— Y—. LEADS THEM.' ) f JS (WE 60 !) QUICK , MEN BRIN6 OUT ) THE CARBINES AND GIVE ‘S THEM TO THE REDSKINS FOR THE HORSES THEY BROUGHT 4 US.' WE’LL LET 7H£M WIPE OUT ROD CAMERON AND THE SETTLERS AT THE SAME *“■- —TX -X TIME ’M GET THOSE WHEELS ROLLING, FOLKS.' a ONCE WE’RE OUT 7 OF THIS CANTON A WE’LL BE IN THE CLEAR jRfS ROD CAMERON WESTERN peath to the falefacps stealer of mho: » yip: yip.' I’VE GOT A WAY , Of HANDLING THIS WITHOUT 8L00D5HEPJ THAT’S PLUMB L crazv) GET YOUR FIREARMS READY 4 TO COVER THE INDIANS AFTER THEY OPEN FIPS Oli YOU.' THEN SHOOT OVER THEIR X HE AOS.' Yg R - T~~~~r 1 IF IT WERE ANYONE BUT ROD CAMERON, I’D SAY HE HAP GONE ,— , . —' PLUMB loco : r~^ GUNS NO GOOD. NO SHOOT / 1 KNEW THOSE CARBINES r WOULDN’T ■ Hfr WORK THIS IS WORKING OUT MIGHTY PERFECT .'THE SETTLERS ARE ^ PLAYING THE GAME FINE ROD CAMERON WESTERN LOOK.'BAP MEN RIPE BBONC HARP FOR a GETAWAY WE’VE GOT TO OVERTAKE THOSE SUMY SIPEWINPERS SCOOP DIRT, - -r- n - WAR PAINT ! J BUT YOU’RE NOT GETTING ME, ROD CAMERON ! ME ’ WINGED ME I J KEEP BLISTERING THAT TRAIL, PARP 1 WE’RE RUNNING THE POLECATS PLUMB INTO ft ' -.THE GROUND.' r r&a ROD CAMERON WESTERN D-PON’T SHOOT! WF QUIT! ftl FEW MINUTES LATER, AFTER 7RUSS1N6 THE RENEOAOES ** UP SECURELY, ROD ANCHORS THEIR BRONCS OOYVN WITH AN OLD FRONTIER TRICK. 1 I || mmm Ilf I ROD CAMERON WESTERN ROD CAMERON WESTERN THESE MEN PLANTED THE SEEDS OF DISTRUST * AND MATS IN REDMAN AND WHITE FOR THE SAKE OF THEIR OWN GREEDWITH THEM OUT OF CIRCU¬ LATION ALL 1 CAN SAT IS THAT, WORKING TOGETHER AS BROTHERS, BOTH RED AND WHITE MEN WILL , FIND A LIFE OF PEACE AND HAPPINESS.' - -— YOU’RE PLUMB RIGHT, ROD CAMERON.'THERE’S PLENTY OF ROOM FOR ALL WHERE THERE’S GOODWILL PUT ’ER THERE, CHIEF...ER, 1 MEAN NEIGHBOR ! ROD CAMERON ^ SHOOT STRAIGHT AND, .TALK STRAIGHT.' A ‘ THERE GOES ^ AN HOMBRE WITH A TWO-FISTED v —r HEART.' ^ SO LONG, FOLKS .' BE NEIGHBORLY TO EACH OTHER .'GUESS I’D BETTER BE SHOVING THESE ^ POLECATS DOWN THE kr! 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