Colonel Mallory loved busting young lieutenants like dried sticks. So when he arrived at Fort Dragoon, he gave every lowdown, scum-eating duty in the outfit to Lieutenant Ben Hannibal. The colonel's orders were get Apache chief Togomasai: dead or alive. But Mallory and Hannibal knew they'd be looking down each other's gun barrels long before that!
Wayne Ulster had cleaned up many dirty towns with brains, guts and a fast gun. But three men were too much for him and he landed up full of lead. Sam Spur, the most wanted man in the West, helped track down his killers, assured by the Governor of a free pardon. But someone else wanted the killers out of the way—badly. Someone who was a little too close to the Governor’s side for comfort.
Getting ambushed by a pair of army deserters in the New Mexico desert wasn't part of John Stone's plans. He'd just left a job herding cattle in Texas, hot on a lead that his long-lost Marie was in Fort Hayes. But she's no longer there, as Stone learns in the stockade—where he's charged with desertion. Now he has to prove he's a civilian, and fast.
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.
At the request of a beautiful widow, Clint Adams is taking her dead husband for his last ride to West Texas. From St. Louis to the burial site, they run into a lot of mysterious people who know more about their journey than Clint does. Rachel has a story to tell, but her lips are as tight as a coffin lid. Is Rachel as helpless as she seems? He just hopes it's not his own last ride.
It was the Parrot 30-Pounder rifled cannon. Eleven feet long, it weighted more than four tons and could throw a devastating shell more than two miles. It was a piece of pure Yankee hell...And now the Union troops were using the Big Gun to bombard Rebel forces along the Arkansas line. Only Yankees would think of toting the Big Gun around. And only Dusty Fog could put it out of service...
Festus, Wyoming: Clint Adams had a run-in with the biggest rancher in the county. Vance Restin had no respect for anyone, but when he realized that Clint was the Gunsmith, he tried to hire him for a special job − escorting the rancher’s daughter to Sacramento. When Clint turned him down he found himself forced into a situation where he had to take the job or suffer the consequences.
When Lassiter broke out of jail with the Irishman Pierce McCain, the next logical step seemed to be joining McCain’s half-breed army in their crazy rebellion. McCain needed guns, and Lassiter agreed to get them—for a price. There would be big money if he succeeded and a swing in a noose if he failed!
Taggart was an outcast hated by his enemies and feared by all others. Now the twelve S.O.B.s who left him swinging from a rope were the only reason he had for living. Together with his renegade warriors, he’d have his revenge. One by one, he’d hunt the yellow-bellies down. One by one, he’d make them wish they’d never drawn a breath.
Matt Stryker epitomizes the hero of the Old West. Tough, smart, rugged and a good shot. He signs on to scout for minor Prussian nobles who have come to the American West to hunt and to observe the U.S. Army in action. But when Cheyenne warriors massacre the hunters and their cavalry guard they also capture Catherine de Merode. Stryker finds himself piited against them to re-capture her.