“Beneath his thighs, he could feel the sorrel’s flanks pumping like bellows as the animal fought to crest the ridge with the last of its flagging strength. The horse was dead-beat, finished, after two fiercely cruel days of flight through the heat-blasted nightmare of the low border country with the posse always just a little behind. And because his mount was finished, Clell Yates knew now that he was finished, too.”That was the story of Clell Yates—a man with a rep, a man always on...

They called him Sundance. A big man with the bronzed face of a Cheyenne and a mane of yellow hair. He had ranged from Canada to Mexico, from the Mississippi to the Shining Mountains and west to the Pacific. He could take any man apart with rifle, pistol, knife—or Indian-style with bow, arrows, lance and tomahawk. He was a professional fighting man and no job was too tough if the price was right. So when a rich banker met his price of $10,000 to rescue his daughter from the Cheyenne—Sundanc...

John Cutler is a hunter who can hunt and kill any animal. When a rogue wolf troubles the range - there is only one man for the job: John Cutler.Written by the best-selling author of FARGO and SUNDANCE.

Fargo lives with a gun in his fist. Guns and killing are all he knows. And Fargo likes what he knows. Want to start a revolution? Want to stop one? Send for Fargo. Want to blow a bridge, stage a prison break, rob a bank? Fargo's your man. The Army taught Fargo how to kill with pistol, rifle, machine gun. He became an expert with knives, shotguns and women on his own time. Fargo hates the quiet life. He knows he's going to get it sooner or later. He hopes it won't be too much later because ...

Jim Sundance, half-white, half-Cheyenne gunslinger found himself hip-deep in the big strike that had hit the Dakota Territory. A money-hungry head of a band of buffalo hunters swore he would grab the lion's share of the loot. Before Sundance faced him in a showdown, he would tangle with the conceited General George A. Custer, a kill-crazy Sioux medicine man and Lucille, the beautiful, hot-blooded boss of the Hills' wildest saloon.

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.

Sam Ramsey was a loner. He didn't need anything or anybody as long as he had his ranch—a place to breed and raise the sturdy little Morgan horses that were his whole life.But Sam lived in a time of violence; a time when bandits and cutthroats repeatedly swept across southwest Texas to plunder and rustle supplies for Pancho Villa's ragtag army. When they finally came after his Morgans, Sam Ramsey was no match for them.A man alone, he started out after the raiders, determined t...

Adventurer Neal Fargo went up to the Dakotas to buy horses for the army. This was 1918, but the country out there was still nearly as wild as in the old days. 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.

Cartridge Creek was a typical New Mexico cattle town, not unlike the ones Will Leatherman had known in his days as a trail hand. But now Will was a partner in San Antonio Development, and he had come to find out why the Southern Pacific was so eager to sell the town, and whether he and his partner could turn it into a profitable investment.It didn't take long to discover why the railroad wanted out; the town had become a haven for gunmen, and the two heavily-armed factions were on t...

The hardest winter in years was closing in fast as big, raw-boned John Cutler came down from the Big Horn Mountains. After months of man-killing work, the taciturn, leathery hunter of men and animals wanted nothing more than a bottle and a woman. He sure as hell didn't want to tangle with the wild Calhoon Clan, but they forced it. And what do you know? It turned out to be the deadliest mistake they ever made ...

Nothing in Sheriff Frank Gaylord's background had ever prepared him for this. Pushing forty years of age, but still strong and fast with a gun, Gaylord truly believed he'd done a good job in Colter County.But there was talk behind his back. Talk about how he was secretly on the payroll of the Chain Ranch. Talk about how he favored the large cattle barons over the small ranchers. And now, as his re-election approached, more than Gaylord's job was on the line. His honor and the lives ...

Kilpatrick fought drought, floods, rustlers and Indians as he trailed four-thousand head of longhorns the thousand miles from Texas to the Kansas railhead. But it was only when he finally hit the raw new town of Gunsight that his troubles really began. Gunsight had started life as a town where cattle could be bought for the best price and the men who'd driven them there would get a fair shake of the whip. But now everything was different. Jordan Tully was the man who called the shots now, ...