Real Western Magazine/Stories
British, and Canadian, reprint editions exist for the magazine.
EASY MONEY—BEN FRANK
Omaha takes my six-gun in both hands like he is chopping wood with an axe, squeezes the trigger, and blasts a hole through Wintergreen’s hat-brim!
KING SOLOMON'S THRONE—LON WILLIAMS
Piper played the flute, and Winters broke into a sweat; on his last ride across Alkali Flat, he’d heard music . .
FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH—LON WILLIAMS
When the man who never slept met the stranger who claimed to be three hundred and eighty-seven years old, another gunsmoke headache was building up for the reluctant lawman of Forlorn Gap.
SATAN'S WOOL-MERCHANT—Lon Williams
The easily-frightened lawman of Forlorn Gap meets a spell-binder!
MASTER OF INDECISION—LON WILLIAMS
Here’s another tale of the harrowing events that took place around Alkali Flat, and the deputy who was anything but fearless!
GHOST, RIDE WITH ME!—LON WILLIAMS
There was no such thing as a ghost, maintained the hardly-valiant Deputy Marshal. Now, if he could only convince himself of this assertion . . .
A DESERT HIPPOCRATES—Lon Williams
A wail in the night. . . plaintive cries echoing over Alkali Flat. . . and a man with a noble nose. Deputy Marshal Lee Winters felt un-easy—and, as usual, he had good reason. . .
THE HAUNTED TOWN—LON WILLIAMS
It had been sworn to, by reputable, God-fearing men that night-riders, marching ghosts, and eerie cries were afoot in Forlorn Gap after dark. And Deputy Lee Winters, himself, had seen a werewolf . . .
PHANTOM CARGO—LON WILLIAMS
It is too bad that Deputy Marshal Lee Winters didn’t live in modern times. For, if he had been so fortunate, he would have had more than Cannon Ball at his disposal for a quick ride over eerie, spooky Alkali Flats.