A Buck Johnson Sampler
Two Fantasy-Adventure Space-Western Stories
Spring Lake Books
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When Buck Johnson finally managed to breathe a little again and knew he wasn’t dead, he propped himself up on one elbow. He spat dirt out of his mouth—pthit, pthit. Worse yet, the “dirt” was at least half dragon dung.