Here's a well-drawn western comic book with a masked hero and his jingoistic Indian companion. No, not the Lone Ranger, but...The Rider!
[We'll pause for just a moment so you can applaud.]
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The Rider's mask is pretty cool. It's basically a piece of black cloth draped over his entire face, with holes cut out for his eyes. The thing is there's nothing holding the bottom of this "mask" in place, so when he rides or fights, or if it's a windy day, the mask should furl up to reveal his face. But it doesn't! How neat is that? That's a superpower I have never come across before.
You might enjoy the stereotypical cheap western dialog. It's a hoot.
Beautiful Dark-Haired Western Maiden With Impossible Barbie Doll-Like Body: "Rider, be careful! Quick! H-he's drawing on you!"
Noble Masked Hero Who Just Rescued Said BD-HWMWIBD-LB: "Durned if he ain't, at that! Plumb foolish of Mr. Crunch to do that!"
(Then he draws and shoots the gun out of the villain's hand.)
Can it get any better than that?