If Slocum doesn’t skidaddle, he’ll be horsemeat! If his Appaloosa hadn’t twisted its ankle on the way to Springfield, Missouri, Slocum might never have looked into buying a new horse there. He might also have missed meeting two of the prettiest cowhands ever to walk on God’s green earth. And now, he might not be running for his life… In Springfield, a man looking to buy a horse has two choices: he can go see the Tolliver brothers’ costly horses, or he can look at Linda Collins’s cheaper ones—and risk getting pumped full of lead by the Tollivers’ hired hands. So when Slocum, a stranger to the town and its rules, shows up on the wrong side of the fence, he’ll have to use his horse sense to protect the very grateful Collins sisters, not to mention stay alive himself…

Slocum gets caught up in a big-time heist in a small-time town… John Slocum and his pard have finally steered two thousand head of cattle from Abilene, Texas, to their Kansas home. After six weeks on the trail, both men are itchin’ for some company of the female kind. Abigail Stanley fits the bill any which way you look at her—and, in addition to her comely figure and come-hither glances, she has a head for business. Slocum’s all too willing to learn some of the tricks of her trade—but getting involved with Miss Stanley means getting wrapped up in something much less pleasant than her lovin’ arms. She has it in her noggin that a big-time railway to her hometown of No Consequence, Nebraska, would translate into untold fortune for the so far unfortunate village. So, anxious to set things a-rolling, the townspeople willingly dish out their money for this joint venture with a Mr. Rafe Ferguson. Everything seems right as rain—until Slocum learns more than he should about the supposed benefactor of what is merely an imaginary Platte & Central Plains Railroad…

Longarm plays rough with a rancher from Reno! Rutherford Peacock has it all, looks, brains, money—and a history no one seems to know about. He’s about to become the new town Marshal of Reno, Nevada, and it’s up to him and Longarm to find out who murdered the last one. But with one eye on Peacock and another out for a killer, Longarm still finds time for an old flame. Of all the women he’s known, he never forgot the rancher’s daughter from Reno. He might just fall for the beauty—if he doesn’t have to cuff her, that is.

Longarm sends Paradise straight to hell! Marshal Monty Kilpatrick was nobody’s fool. That’s why his killers had to take him by surprise. But with a bullet in his belly, Monty knew just how to right the last wrongs of his life—he wrote a letter to his good friend Marshal Custis Long, the one they call Longarm. Now Longarm is out to avenge his good friend’s murder and set things right with the man’s family—and he doesn’t care what trail he’ll have to ride, man he’ll have to face, or girl he’ll have to charm to get the job done.

Any man would fear her—but Longarm isn’t just any man. She stands six-foot-six, and usually over the body of someone who got in her way. She goes by the name Increase Younger, and she’s willing to do anything to see that Deputy Marshal Custis Long meets his maker. Anything. But Longarm’s gotten death threats from more outlaws than anyone cares to remember, and not a single one was meaner, smarter, or faster than the law man himself. Then again, it only takes one.

There ain't no such thing as a free drink for THE GUNSMITH. An old compadre's free beers come with a steep price: bounty hunting. Clint Adams can't be bought. But his friend's luscious partner has persuasive powers that even the Gunsmith can't resist.

Clint Adams thought he'd seen it all. Then, he found a man who'd been tortured to death and tied ramrod-straight to a runaway horse. Now, the dead man's enemies plan a similar send-off for the Gunsmith. Original.

Caught in the middle of a Pennsylvania blizzard, Clint Adams joins forces with an obsessed posse tracking a wanted killer named Jessup, a deranged man with no conscience and a taste for inflicting pain on his victims, while the murderer sets out to eliminate those tracking him.