King of the Wild Frontier!
written by
David Thompson

TEXAN TERROR

  Davy, gazing through the window, saw something materialize in the gloom, a vague, grotesque shape that loomed larger by the moment, acquiring the silhouette of a horse and rider, but a horse and rider unlike any Davy had ever beheld.   For both man and beast were immense, the horse an enormous black stallion whose nostrils and eyes were flared wide, the man a hulking brute from whose broad shoulders flapped a long, coarse cloak. 
  All of this Davy noted in an instant.  They were charging straight at the window but he expected them to stop short.  No sane rider would do otherwise.   Grasping his rifle, he tried to shout a warning, a shout that died in his throat, smothered by shock.
  Demonic laughter rang out.  Everyone swiveled toward the source.   And the next second the horse smashed into the window at full gallop, shattering the glass into thousands of tiny shards.

CANNIBAL COUNTRY

CANNIBAL TERROR

   Davy landed on the bottom in high grass.   The Indian applied more pressure, his face red from his exertion.  Pain lanced Davy's arms, and he could feel his rib cage begin to buckle.  The hairy warrior was tremendously strong, the strongest Davy had ever gone up against.  He wrenched to the left, his shoulders rippling.  It had no effect.  The hairy brute was slowly but surely squeezing the life from him.
   Then the warrior did something even more horrifying.  He grinned, exposing his front teeth.  They had been filed to sharp points!
   Davy could not comprehend why anyone would want to mutilate their teeth so horribly.  As if in answer, the man's head dipped and those pointy teeth sank into his shoulder, biting through the buckskin and into his flesh.