This issue features THE AIR TRAP by Edward E. Chappelow, THE ARCTIC RESCUE by Walter Kateley, WOMEN WITH WINGS by Leslie F. Stone, THE INVISIBLE DESTROYER by L. A. Eschbach, THE SKY RULER by Ed Earl Repp, and THE BAT-MEN OF MARS (Part 1) by Wood Jackson.
After losing control of Amazing Stories, Hugo Gernsback began AIR WONDER STORIES in 1929. Stories in this issue are: THE SILENT DESTROYER by Henrik Dahl Juve, BEYOND GRAVITY by Ed Earl Repp, THE ARK OF THE COVENANT (Part 2) by Victor MacClure, and THE PLANET'S AIR MASTER by Edward E. Chappelow.
Contents: CITIES IN THE AIR (Part I) by Edmond Hamilton, WHEN SPACE RIPPED OPEN by Ralph W. Wilkins, SUITCASE AIRPLANES by E. D. Skinner, BEYOND THE AURORA by Ed Earl Repp, THE SECOND SHELL by Jack Williamson, and THE CRYSTAL RAY by Raymond Gallun.
This issue features THE BLUE DEMON by Lowell Howard Morrow, THE FLIGHT OF THE EASTERN STAR by Ed Earl Repp, THE PHANTOM OF GALON by J. W. Ruff, FREEDOM OF THE SKIES by Edsel Newton, FLANNELCAKE'S INVENTION by H. McKay, and CITIES IN THE AIR (Part 2) by Edmond Hamilton.
An amazing death came to the rats when Vance turned the supersonic cannon on them. But the real test came when he used the vibrations on a greater scale—to torture and murder a man.
An amazing death came to the rats when Vance turned the supersonic cannon on them. But the real test came when he used the vibrations on a greater scale—to torture and murder a man.
The Second Western Megapack presents a wide-ranging selection of western stories sure to get your pulse racing. Here are action tales of the old west by masters such as Zane Grey, Ed Earl Repp, Robert E. Howard, Clarence E. Mulford, Max Brand -- and many more. More than 2,000 pages of great reading! Complete contents: QUICK PAY FOR MAVERICK MEN, by Ed Earl Repp TOM’S MONEY, by Harriet Prescott Spofford WHILE SMOKE ROLLED, by Robert E. Howard THE AFFAIR AT GROVER STATION, by Willa Cather THE OUTLAW PILOT, by Stephen Payne READY FOR A COFFIN, by Gene Austin BULLDOG CARNEY, by W. A. Fraser DUST, by Marcet and Emanuel Haldeman-Julius THE JIMMYJOHN BOSS, by Owen Wister THE APACHE MOUNTAIN WAR, by Robert E. Howard ABOVE THE LAW, by Max Brand WITH GUTS, GUN, AND SCALPEL, by Archie Joscelyn THE END OF THE TRAIL, by Clarence E. Mulford THE WILD-HORSE HUNTER, by Zane Grey THE HONK-HONK BREED, by Stewart Edward White THE TEXAN SCOUTS, by Joseph A. Altsheler THE ROAD TO BEAR CREEK, by Robert E. Howard A KINSMAN OF RED CLOUD, by Owen Wister NO REPORT, by S. Omar Barke THE LAST OF THE PLAINSMEN, by Zane Grey GUNMAN’S RECKONING, by Max Brand LITTLE BIG HORN MEDICINE, by Owen Wister THE LONE RANGER RIDES, by Fran Striker MAN SIZE, by William MacLeod Raine COLUMBIA AND THE COWBOY, by Alice MacGowan And don't forget to search this ebook store for "Wildside Megapack" to see all the entries in the Megapack series -- including volumes of science fiction, fantasy, horror, mystery, westerns, classics, and much, much more!
Death called the play when two old-time badmen matched their rusty Peacemakers against the spitting tracers of a modern Jap fifth column. ExcerptCrawling stealthily on all fours through catclaw and cactus, Nevada Jim pulled up suddenly and with a low, colorful oath plucked a chotta spine from the ball of his horny thumb. "Quit bellyachin' and move on!" husked old Utah McClatchey from close behind him. "I'm gettin' tired of havin' them rundown boots o' yours shoved in my face!" A dark silhouette in the pale moonlight, Nevada Jim stuck his injured member into a capacious mouth and licked the pinpoint wound which stung like fire. Then he grinned at his sour-faced old companion. "Don't get impatient, Utah," he said. "Good times await us at yonder mine. After we lift ol' Dan Conover's gold we won't have to do this kind of work no more unless we feel like havin' some fun." Utah matched his younger partner's grin. "You know," he gave back quietly, "we're really doin' Conover a big favor by relievin' him o' his dust. Why, from what I heard in Tombstone, the poor jasper's been worryin' himself ga'nt for fear somebody was goin' to rob him. We'll take a big load off his mind." Nevada Jim's thin, hawk-like face assumed a benign expression. "I believe you're right, pard," he said. "I bet he'll be tickled pink to see us!" "I reckon," McClatchey chuckled. "Lots of other folks would, too." He was right. Lawmen from Laramie to Paso del Norte would have given time from their lives to nab this pair. Many had seen the two slippery owlhooters, but none of them had been capable of laying hands on them. One reason was because there wasn't a sheriff west of Omaha who didn't have a healthy respect for the old Colt Peacemakers they wore, tied-hard, at their thighs. Another reason was that times had changed and the law was more accustomed nowadays to riding along fine highways in high-powered cars, than forking mean cayuses over the rough western badlands in quest of the two old-time outlaws. Some newspapers in the Southwest frequently referred to the pair as the Hellers from Helldorado and poked fun at the law for being unable to put them where they rightfully belonged. Others called them ribald raiders because they seemed to enjoy themselves so thoroughly when they walked into some unsuspecting cow-country bank and lifted its cash. There were still other papers, and individuals too, who mentioned slyly when the pair made front page news, that Nevada Jim James and Utah McClatchey sometimes did the country a service by preying upon their own kind. For deputy sheriffs, town marshals and border patrolmen frequently found dead gangsters in unexpected places, with miniature tombstones carved from chaparral or manzanita, placed neatly upon their chests. That was a symbol the Hellers from Helldorado always left behind them. "We don't want nobody to git credit for our doin's but us," Utah always said. "An' we shore as heck don't want to git credit for orneriness that ain't our'n!
After losing control of Amazing Stories, Hugo Gernsback began AIR WONDER STORIES in 1929. Stories in this issue are: THE SILENT DESTROYER by Henrik Dahl Juve, BEYOND GRAVITY by Ed Earl Repp, THE ARK OF THE COVENANT (Part 2) by Victor MacClure, and THE PLANET'S AIR MASTER by Edward E. Chappelow.
Death called the play when two old-time badmen matched their rusty Peacemakers against the spitting tracers of a modern Jap fifth column. ExcerptCrawling stealthily on all fours through catclaw and cactus, Nevada Jim pulled up suddenly and with a low, colorful oath plucked a chotta spine from the ball of his horny thumb. "Quit bellyachin' and move on!" husked old Utah McClatchey from close behind him. "I'm gettin' tired of havin' them rundown boots o' yours shoved in my face!" A dark silhouette in the pale moonlight, Nevada Jim stuck his injured member into a capacious mouth and licked the pinpoint wound which stung like fire. Then he grinned at his sour-faced old companion. "Don't get impatient, Utah," he said. "Good times await us at yonder mine. After we lift ol' Dan Conover's gold we won't have to do this kind of work no more unless we feel like havin' some fun." Utah matched his younger partner's grin. "You know," he gave back quietly, "we're really doin' Conover a big favor by relievin' him o' his dust. Why, from what I heard in Tombstone, the poor jasper's been worryin' himself ga'nt for fear somebody was goin' to rob him. We'll take a big load off his mind." Nevada Jim's thin, hawk-like face assumed a benign expression. "I believe you're right, pard," he said. "I bet he'll be tickled pink to see us!" "I reckon," McClatchey chuckled. "Lots of other folks would, too." He was right. Lawmen from Laramie to Paso del Norte would have given time from their lives to nab this pair. Many had seen the two slippery owlhooters, but none of them had been capable of laying hands on them. One reason was because there wasn't a sheriff west of Omaha who didn't have a healthy respect for the old Colt Peacemakers they wore, tied-hard, at their thighs. Another reason was that times had changed and the law was more accustomed nowadays to riding along fine highways in high-powered cars, than forking mean cayuses over the rough western badlands in quest of the two old-time outlaws. Some newspapers in the Southwest frequently referred to the pair as the Hellers from Helldorado and poked fun at the law for being unable to put them where they rightfully belonged. Others called them ribald raiders because they seemed to enjoy themselves so thoroughly when they walked into some unsuspecting cow-country bank and lifted its cash. There were still other papers, and individuals too, who mentioned slyly when the pair made front page news, that Nevada Jim James and Utah McClatchey sometimes did the country a service by preying upon their own kind. For deputy sheriffs, town marshals and border patrolmen frequently found dead gangsters in unexpected places, with miniature tombstones carved from chaparral or manzanita, placed neatly upon their chests. That was a symbol the Hellers from Helldorado always left behind them. "We don't want nobody to git credit for our doin's but us," Utah always said. "An' we shore as heck don't want to git credit for orneriness that ain't our'n!
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