And luckily, a tornado came along
From RAWHIDE KID# 25, December 1961. Script by Stan Lee, pencils by Jack Kirby and inks by Dick Ayers. This version of the Kid debuted in August 1960, more than a year before FANTASTIC FOUR# 1. Like the Two-Gun Kid and Ghost Rider, Rawhide Kid was a new character with the same name as an earlier hero. The Comics Code had taken a big bite of Western comics' appeal by softening the violence. I've seen earlier issues where Kid Colt just shot his opponents dead where they stood and every story had his six-guns "spitting leaden death." By the time Rawhide Kid started up, the Code had clamped down hard and, although there was lots of gunplay, there was almost no manslaughter. Instead, the cowboy heroes developed accuracy that went way beyond believability. They regularly shot the guns out of their enemies' hands without hurting them. Things got even wilder as Kid Colt and Rawhide Kid thought nothing out shooting off a man's belt buckle so his pants fell down, blasting away the heels of his boots so he fell over, or shooting the supports for signs, chandeliers etc so they conked the bad guys on the noggin. It was slapstick violence.
"Paleface him ride like the wind!" "White man have eye of hawk!" Don't stop there, fellas. "Red Hair shows good grooming. He dresses well!" "Yes, he knows how to accessorize!" It sure looks like the Kid is plugging all the Apaches in the left arm, so they fall off their horses. The noble horse Nightwind may not be wild about his rider using him as a shield against the Indians' gunfire, but there's not much he can do about it at this point.
This kind of marksmanship is just rollicking fantasy. Handguns were not accurate any farther than you could throw a rock, and hitting Indian braves skillfully riding fast horses... well, you were good if you could plug them at all. At this point, the Kid gets tired of shooting the Apaches in the arm or shoulder, and he starts showing off. He splis a bow in half and then a spear. I don't blame the Indians for thinking "the guns of the paleface are bewitched," I'd think the same if I were in their situation. Then someone recognized the infamous Rawhide Kid. Yep. A young man in his teens, with red hair, not much over five feet tall, dressed in a black outfit with big brass buttons, arm garters and metal cuffs (what were they for, anyway?), that makes him a cinch to identify. You might think the Kid would try picking up a different outfit, maybe rubbing some boot-black in his carrot-top, but no.
I'm not sure what the Kid means by saying he forefited his life long ago. He wasn't wanted for murder or anything. When starting out as a wandering super-hero errrr vigilante, he was about to be wrongfully arrested for starting a gunfight. Young and not full of particularly
good judgement, he took off rather than stand trial even though he had a witness to back him out. But after a few years, he had punched out so many sheriffs
and broken out of so many cells that he would have gone to prison anyway.
Does anyone else see a farmhouse in that twister, maybe with a little girl and yappy dog> No. You notice Nightwind is no fool. When the Kid made his suicidal delaying action against the Apaches, you don't see that horse anywhere, do you? Nope. He prudently gallops up after it's all over.
"Paleface him ride like the wind!" "White man have eye of hawk!" Don't stop there, fellas. "Red Hair shows good grooming. He dresses well!" "Yes, he knows how to accessorize!" It sure looks like the Kid is plugging all the Apaches in the left arm, so they fall off their horses. The noble horse Nightwind may not be wild about his rider using him as a shield against the Indians' gunfire, but there's not much he can do about it at this point.
This kind of marksmanship is just rollicking fantasy. Handguns were not accurate any farther than you could throw a rock, and hitting Indian braves skillfully riding fast horses... well, you were good if you could plug them at all. At this point, the Kid gets tired of shooting the Apaches in the arm or shoulder, and he starts showing off. He splis a bow in half and then a spear. I don't blame the Indians for thinking "the guns of the paleface are bewitched," I'd think the same if I were in their situation. Then someone recognized the infamous Rawhide Kid. Yep. A young man in his teens, with red hair, not much over five feet tall, dressed in a black outfit with big brass buttons, arm garters and metal cuffs (what were they for, anyway?), that makes him a cinch to identify. You might think the Kid would try picking up a different outfit, maybe rubbing some boot-black in his carrot-top, but no.
I'm not sure what the Kid means by saying he forefited his life long ago. He wasn't wanted for murder or anything. When starting out as a wandering super-hero errrr vigilante, he was about to be wrongfully arrested for starting a gunfight. Young and not full of particularly
good judgement, he took off rather than stand trial even though he had a witness to back him out. But after a few years, he had punched out so many sheriffs
and broken out of so many cells that he would have gone to prison anyway.
Does anyone else see a farmhouse in that twister, maybe with a little girl and yappy dog> No. You notice Nightwind is no fool. When the Kid made his suicidal delaying action against the Apaches, you don't see that horse anywhere, do you? Nope. He prudently gallops up after it's all over.