They said in Texas that Tom Buchanan ate wildcat for breakfast and that he was slow to anger—like a rattler dozing in the desert sun.But now every saloon and dance hall had heard the news: Buchanan was cleaning his guns. The genial giant of a man had sworn to kill the outlaws who had shot his best friend in the back.

"There's a little town thirty miles from here called Scottsville," Major Jones told him. "Your first job as a Texas Ranger will be to stop a war there."Even before Major Jones finished giving him his orders, Buchanan knew he would find Scottsville to be hostile territory. Two cattle barons, who happened to be quick-drawing women, had torn the town apart in a duel that had already cost several lives.Now Buchanan was expected to stop the war, and he knew that he couldn't do t...

Malvaise narrowed his eyes. "So you think you're the man to take on the job of getting rid of me and the boys?" he said. "I never saw a fast gun yet that didn't meet up with a faster one.""Amen, brother," Buchanan agreed.And although Malvaise didn't know it, he was just about to get the chance to see what he was talking about. Buchanan wasn't aiming to buck nobody, but when the iron started to point in his direction, it was usually his lead that zeroed home the fastest. Which...

Six feet four inches tall, with sandy hair and greenish eyes. He had been on the frontier since he was fourteen and bore the scars of a hundred battles. But in his heart, Buchanan was a peaceable man.It's just that trouble and danger seemed to stalk him.An escaped convict named Farnum, a killer with ice in his blood, had shot down a friend. Now Buchanan had to track him down—and the innocent young girl he had taken hostage. It was not going to be easy. Farnum was a very cleve...

Bella was quite a town, a free-wheeling, lusty young hell, the kind of town Tom Buchanan pleasured in. But then it turned ugly and made the mistake of angering Buchanan—and when the smoke cleared away there was nothing much left but wholesale mourning.

One of the best heroes of western fiction is once again engaged in a battle that he would prefer to avoid. Buchanan is a peaceable man; however, the rest of the world is not. A man named Bradbury sent for him with the reasons being unknown. There is no question that it was not to act as a hired gun, for Bradbury knew that Buchanan could not be hired to kill, even though he would not hesitate to do so if the cause was right.

The armed deputy prodded Buchanan out of the cell. 'We're taking care of scudders like you who try to buck the law. We're putting you on trial. A judge, a jury, the whole shebang.'And the whole shebang was a frame-up. The self-appointed judge was a madman, part-time sadistic sheriff and part-time lunatic preacher. And the jury he'd appointed was made up of doddering old men either too drunk or too deaf to hear the 'evidence.''You know what the jury's going to do to you?' the ...

When Buchanan grubstaked Mousetrap Mulligan he never thought he'd see his money again. He never thought the old man would hit paydirt. But he did—and that was bad news for Buchanan. Because a lonely old desert rat with a hidden cache of nuggets and a drunkard's bragging habits was likely to end up very dead ... very suddenly.

The killers had taken over the town, lock, stock, and barrel—and they weren't going to leave until there was nothing left to loot.They had the bank and the saloon and the sheriff's office and the poker game. And you had to like it or you ended up dead.But Buchanan didn't like it.

Big Jim's men had gunned down O'Brien and shot Buchanan in the back ...Buchanan lay on the floor, bracing himself on one elbow. He heard Big Jim say, "No, don't kill him. Get his gun. Fire another shot into O'Brien. We want Buchanan hanged."But Buchanan had no intention of hanging. Somehow and in some way, he promised himself. Big Jim and his gang would pay for their crime.He was determined that when his case came up before the 'twelve good men and true' of the jury, his name would ...

"There ain't no man bigger'n Buchanan. He might be taller than Buchanan. He might be wider than Buchanan. He might be heavier than Buchanan. But there ain't nobody in the whole world bigger than Buchanan."Buchanan was a peace-loving man. But there was little peace in his life. Trouble just seemed to follow him. Like now. All Tom Buchanan wanted to do was pay a visit to young Nora and her family, and all hell broke loose.

"You've got to get him. I don't care how. Just get Buchanan!"The widow wanted Buchanan dead or alive. Mostly dead.Buchanan found it hard to believe. When he knew her years ago, she was just a ranch wife. A woman he scarcely noticed. Now her husband was gone and she had become the tyrannical ruler of the whole county.She owned everything and everybody. And she bled them dry.No one dared oppose her.Except her son.And Buchanan.Now she had the w...