Real Western Magazine/Stories
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TRAIL OF PAINTED ROCKS—LON WILLIAMS
Not the least of the puzzles and terrors of Tallyho Canyon for Lee Winters was the fact that all the eerie characters he met there seemed to know him!
THE CUCKOO'S NEST—LON WILLIAMS
This troupe of traveling actors were presenting a play dealing with the execution of King Charles the First of England at the hands of the Puritans. Lee Winters had heard about this struggle from the history books that his wife had read to him, and the actors certainly looked impressive dressed up in the costumes of Cavaliers and Roundheads. But they seemed to have trouble getting a man to play the role of the King—every man they picked seemed to disappear soon after. . . . Then Winters was selected to play the famous role. . . .
SIT IN THE SHADE—BILL PHILLIPS
It didn’t make for domestic bliss when banker Phil Thornton’s wife started to refer to Thornton’s ex-lawman father as the town loafer . . .
THE WATER CARRIERS—LON WILLIAMS
It seemed to the deputy marshal—especially when he rode alone—that he lived in a world where he did not belong, or in a time long departed
SUSPENDED ANIMATION—LON WILLIAMS
This was the strangest corpse anyone in Forlorn Gap had ever seen, for in the unfortunate’s pockets was a note reading: “….Please do not bury me. I am not dead.”
THE STRANGE PIPER—LON WILLIAMS
Suddenly, all the menfolk around Forlorn Gap were drifting away to dig shadowy gold, while womenfolk were mysteriously being killed . . .
MEN BURNING BRUSH—LON WILLIAMS
How could anyone be burning so much brush out here on Alkali Flats? And these were the strangest-looking men that Lee Winters had seen in a long time.
THE BANSHEE SINGER—LON WILLIAMS
They said that the Bodep Opera House in Forlorn Gap was haunted, that a murdered opera singer awaited the man who had slain her there. And that man was believed to be Jason Inbred—the very gent whom Lee Winters had been assigned to track down!
THE KITE FLIER—LON WILLIAMS
Swindlers ought to be shot, Winters thought. But, at least, he could capture this one, and put him in jail where he belonged. And if the snake resisted . . .
THE DANCING TREES—LON WILLIAMS
Deputy Marshal Winters had been called upon to assist lovely damsels in distress before—but never a damsel like this, and never in this kind of distress!