Gun Runners

The Slash K punchers slept soundly beside the chuck wagon. Suddenly—“lightning” flashed, “thunder” rolled and shrieking “rain” spattered the sleeping camp. But the lighting was the spurting flame from unseen rifles, the thunder was the crash of shots and the rain was a leaden rain of death!

Again and again, the ruthless Mexican bandit, Pedro Cartina, and his raiders swooped won onto Lone Star soil...