Breed

He was part-white, part-Apache, all killer. Around the border country they came to know him as Breed, and they feared the name, for it spelled violent death. ‘I am Matthew Gunn. Some call me Azul.’ He drew as he spoke, triggering the Colt in a violent explosion of sound that blew the Mexican backwards off his feet, twisting him around so that he hit the sand face down. Dead.

The half-breed, Matthew Gunn, had trailed his quarry through the waterless hell of the Nevada desert, up to the snow-covered crags of the high Sierras. In his wake was a trail of blood which tainted his footsteps and marked him as a killer. Now he approached the culmination of his long pursuit-vengeance! Now he would strike his blow without mercy, because he was called Breed.

Matthew Gunn, some called him Breed. And they avoided him, for Breed meant danger! Breed, the avenging warrior who hates Indian and white man with equal ferocity. Now he stood alone on the blood-stained sand and waited. Death shone in his pale blue eyes and a cold rage filled his heart. The Comanche was nothing to him, merely an obstacle blocking his trail of revenge, an obstacle to be removed.

Matthew Gunn smiled over the smoking barrel of his Winchester. They called him Breed; half white, half Apache, a killer with a merciless mission-vengeance. A town called Endurance soon found out two things about this cold-eyed loner. First, that Breed was the man who had saved the stage. Second, that to cross Breed’s path was to cross with death ..

When Breed came to the town called Two Bits, he found bad trouble brewing. Someone was hell-bent on setting the local white folks and Apaches at each other’s throats so’s they could make a dirty dollar or two out of the bloodshed. He didn’t much care for what he found. Two Bits was about to find out - the hard way - what if meant to mess with Breed....

If you want another name for violent death - try Breed. The man who hired him to take a coffin and a woman south into Mexico forgot that. Forgot that Breed had no time for liars. And his own savage way of settling debts: with a gun. And a coffin loaded with stolen money was an open invitation to trouble-the kind that followed Breed like mourners at a funeral.

Nolan has stolen $70,000 and a pair of printing plates, in doing so kills their owner and two Pinkerton detectives. Not the wisest of moves. The Pinkertons turn to Breed with an offer of $500 to bring in Nolan. But in doing so, he himself could be hunted down and face a twenty-year stretch in Leavenworth Prison. Is it worth the risk? Breed thinks so, he sought only death's ultimate satisfaction

The Kiowas slaughtered Amos and Eliza Marker without pity. They took young Jed, raised him as a Kiowa. When Matthew Gunn, known as Breed, was called by rich businessman Ty Horn, who had a crazed idea of saving Jed after all this time. He offered a big reward to "rescue" Jed. Soon Breed had a debt of honour to be settled with the Kiowas - paid strictly in torture, destruction and death.

Jody Taggart didn’t have a friend in the world. Until the tall blond man called Breed found Taggart’s horse shot dead and Taggart with a bullet in his mangled guts. Then the horse-breeder found the kind of friend he needed—the kind who dealt in death. And soon Breed's gun was pointing to Dan Fogarty and his hired gunmen in revenge for what they did to Taggart.

The gang who murdered Breed’s woman and framed him for a bank robbery hadn’t reckoned on his powers of survival. Nobody—but nobody—messed with Breed and lived to remember it. And Breed was full of rage — his one desire was to track down Nillson and his gang and inflict the gruesome, agonizing deaths he’d carefully planned for each and every one of them.

When Matthew Gunn, known to the violent west as Breed, saved two women from certain death, he found he’d landed himself in big trouble. The mother and daughter team were headed for Bandera and paid Breed to come along for the ride. Only one problem: someone didn’t want them to get there. Several brushes with death later, Breed decided it was time to even the score.

When Father Bartholomew and his daughter Rachel found Breed he looked more dead than alive. Ambushed by the Sioux, Breed had lost his horse and a sizable stash of silver bullion. And now he thirsted for revenge. He would need his half-breed skills to track down his enemy and pay him for his treachery with a violent, bloody death.

Breed was in one whole load of trouble. He’d killed two men and got a price on his head. What he didn’t know was that Fritz Baum, a bounty hunter with a taste for violent killing, had been paid a handsome sum for tracking down Breed and delivering him to a mysterious stranger in Cinqua. And when the two of them clashed the fighting took on a whole new shade-death red!

Billy Eagle had a problem. No-one loved a squaw man who had discovered a hoard of Inca treasure. Cole Stanton wanted it badly so he framed Billy for a murder he didn't commit. Then Azul arrived on the scene. Breed, alias Azul, had scores to settle with any white man who crossed a fellow half-breed. And together they laid a trail of blood and destruction that fired the scrubland...

The Masters clan had the town of Mattock in its pocket and no-one crossed them if they valued life. Breed rode into town and had a showdown with the clan which left him more dead than alive. Big mistake. For Breed, alias Azul, was well acquainted with death, And when he returned on his quest for vengeance the violent and bloody legends of the West were going to take on a whole new savage reality…

Escorting three nuns across the desert should have been simple for Breed. But nuns skilled with guns and hardened to violent death? Even the men Breed killed to protect them were denied a Christian burial. When Breed discovered that the nuns were in cahoots with Mex banditos robbing the US gold shipments, he led the Army troopers in a raid of horrible revenge that made the victims pray for mercy…