Growing up in Arizona in the 50's had it's blessings and curses. The blessing was that we were out of the mainstream of America and the curse was we wanted to be mainstream America. One place where I could feel the pulse of what was going on else where was the magazine stand.
Every kid who had to run errands with their parents would head for the magazine stand where all the other kids who got stuck going with their parents went. The young kids would go to the cartoon comics, the older kids would be flying through the hero comics and us who were raised with cowboy stories and songs would be trying to soak up as many tales, sagas and pictures from the western pulp fiction mags.
When I read those stories I actually believed that two cowpokes were seeking shelter from a raging storm, and found a cave to hold-up in, and in that cave they found long lost Spainish gold. Only to find out, that they went to get pack horses and then couldn't find the cave again because the storm had caused a massive landslide.
But, I knew if that were to happen to this 9 year old buckaroo I'd know what to do.