Manhunt. Volume 1, Number 9, September 1953

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Cordell was in a crazy setup — he was a dead man with a borrowed gun, looking for the man who had killed him...

When money runs out, you have no choice. You need the nickels and dimes you can grub for the warm, mellow stuff, and you can’t afford to waste them for a pad. You leave the cheap hotel, and you drift to the flop-house, and then you try dark hallways, and finally you end up in the park, a New York City cowboy with a bench for a horse. It’s not too bad when the weather is mild. You curl up at night, and the stars are your blanket, and the concrete tombstones of the city reach their grubby fingers out to scratch the clouds, surrounding the patch of soil and grass, walling you in. When the weather begins to change, you wrap old newspapers around your chest and under your jacket. You stuff them up your trouser legs, and they help to cut the cold. They don’t help much against the rain.

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