Adventurer Neal Fargo went up to the Dakotas to buy horses for the army. Holed up in the Badlands, the closest thing to hell on earth, were the meanest bunch of deserters, rustlers and killers in the West. This was what Fargo had to face to get his string of horses back to the Army. So he loaded his .38 Officer’s Model Colt with hollow-point bullets and set out to give it a try.
Published: August 30, 2017 by
Fiction » Western
A rogue ranger and a crooked lawyer were using loopholes in the law to buy up ancient Spanish land grants and to throw hundreds of people off their land. But they wanted to grab the de Cordoba’s land most of all because there was oil on it. Through a friend, Pancho Villa, they asked for Fargo’s help. They got it … but it was one of the toughest jobs he’d ever had to tackle.
Fargo staked an old prospector to five thousand and figured to make a million in gold on the deal. It made him killing mad when a bunch of gun slicks killed the old man, stole the gold and took his daughter along to while away the weary hours on the trail. Fargo liked the girl, but the gold was first in his mind when he saddled up and took after them.
Fargo’s job was to go down the Colorado with Roosevelt’s government explorers. The men who lined it, Teddy Roosevelt called them wolves—old-time gunfighters and desperados who hid out in the surrounding wilderness. They were desperate sonsofbitches who hated the modern world that had exiled them. If anyone could keep the explorers afloat and keep them alive, it was soldier of fortune-Neal Fargo.
Cattle rustlers were hitting the spreads of the biggest Texas ranchers. The Texas and Southwestern Stock Raiser’s Association hired Fargo to put a stop to the rustling once and for all. They offered him $30,000 to go into Mexico and bust up the ring of thieves. Fargo took on the job for the money but something else entered the picture—the beautiful widow whose husband had been killed.
Broke and on foot after his horse breaks a leg and has to be put down, Fargo jumps aboard a train in Idaho. He's attacked by a hulk working for the rail line. The Continental-Western allows no riders, even paying ones. Junction Flats is owned by the C-W and Hawk Morrison. Fargo hires himself out as C-W's attempts to take over a rail line with profits of $3,000 a day.Music to Fargo's ears.
Some folks swore that glory-seeking Pat Garrett never did gun down Billy the Kid in that darkened adobe house in New Mexico. Fargo never thought about it one way or the other, until a man with foxy eyes backed his argument with $25,000. For that kind of money, Fargo hoped Billy was alive and well, because his job was to kill the Kid all over again, and to make sure that, this time, he stayed dead.
Fargo went to Argentina for two reasons. Money and professional interest. In his time, Fargo had picked up the tricks of his deadly trade by fighting Apaches, comancheros, Philippine insurectos, but he had never tangled with a bunch of bandit gauchos. This gang was threatening the richest breeder of prize black bulls south of the Rio Grande. Fargo’s job was to put them to bed with a shovel.
The last thing anyone wanted was to start a feud where the Canfields and Texas awmen had to kill each other off. Neal Fargo’s arrest for gunrunning gave them a way out. Fargo could go free if he promised to walk into the Canfields’ lair and bring out the killer. That way, the Canfields would have no quarrel with the Rangers. And Fargo was tough enough to hold his own against the whole clan!
Trouble is Fargo’s business – other people’s trouble. It's 1915. Fargo comes to the Texas oil town, Golconda, looking to make some money. Along with the money came trouble. He ends up siding with Curt Russell against Tull Brasher, the town bully intent on owning all the producing oil wells. Fargo kills, but he doesn’t enjoy it. It’s a job. And he’s good at it.