A herd of cattle had been stolen, the cowboys who tended them massacred. A story was going around that Comanches were responsible—three dead braves found in the vicinity of the massacre were said to be part of the war party.But Jim Sundance knew better.Half-Indian himself, he set out to prove that his brothers had been framed—by a white man.The vengeance trail led straight to Hale Erskine, former major in the Confederate Army, and now the biggest cattle rancher in the ...

Burke Hunter, one of the deadliest knife fighters in the West, had disappeared.Sundance was hired to look for him, and got as far as an Apache Indian camp where Hunter had been taken prisoner, suspected of stealing a sacred cache of Apache gold.But when Hunter double-crossed him and the Apaches tried to capture him, Sundance knew that there was going to be death on the desert, either by a bullet or a blade.He also knew that Hunter's beautiful wife Eloise would welcome ...

In Mexico, the governor of a rebel state had hijacked a shipment of Lee-Enfield rifles and enough ammunition to start a small war. The president of Mexico was worried, the president of the U.S. was worried—Gatling didn't give a damn. But his boss, the colonel, told him to get those rifles back or get another job. Gatling couldn't afford a drain on his gold reserves, so he agreed. On one condition ...

When Lassiter found the man with two arrows in his back, he picked his pockets and found a gilt-edge invitation to muscle in on some easy money. He left the corpse to bury itself and high-tailed it into a situation that had him fighting for his life from the very beginning. But that was part of Lassiter's business—no matter how many other men died.Now Lassiter's trying to find a hoard of buried silver worth a cool $100,000. The only trouble is, ten other tough hombres have all got t...

Gatling was a master armorer, a dead shot and an expert in his field—which was death. Armed with the latest automatic weapons from all over the world and paid in gold to test them on living bodies, he was probably the single most dangerous man in the Old West. At his command he had more firepower than a cavalry regiment, and more guts than a Cheyenne war party. He would need all of his skill to take on...THE MISSIONThe Copper Trust was arming the savage Jicarilla Apaches to d...

Weapons manufacturer Hiram Maxim was a man with a problem. The Ku Klux Klan and a labor movement known as the United Workers of America were cutting up rough and threatening to put his business partner, a Scottish laird-turned-meat packer named Kinnock, out of business. So he sent Gatling to West Texas with orders to deal with the bully-boys.It was a tall order. Those fellers played for keeps and there wasn't much they wouldn't do to get their own way. Still, as rough as they played...

Butte, Montana was a blast furnace of violence and murder. On one side were the bloat-gut mine owners, who'd steal the pennies off a dead man's eyes; on the other, the fanatical anarchist, Michael Patrick Kane, who'd kill anyone for his cause. And in the middle was Gatling, who hated both sides equally. There would be a hot time in the old town when he unleashed his weapons on innocent and guilty alike.

Lassiter feared no man. His iron fists and quick guns had made him the terror of the Outlaw Trail. He clashed with Wells Fargo agent Sidney Blood, a crafty man-hunter, whose prisoners weren't fit to be locked up—just buried. He tangled with Butch Cassidy, the icy-eyed boss of the Hole-in-the-Wall Gang, whose holsters were filled with death. Lassiter lived by his own code and backed his words with bullets. Gunman, drifter, train robber, Lassiter lived a dozen lifetimes in one—lifetimes fill...

Lassiter rode up from Lordsburg to Abilene with money on his mind. Texas Jack Chandler—the richest, meanest bastard in the Lone Star State-was on the trail, heading north with a huge herd of cattle, and a fortune in gold. All that stood between Lassiter and the biggest haul of all time was Chandler—and the most vicious rag-tag army of killers ever gathered together in one place.

Lassiter planned to rob the Deadwood bank of a quarter of a million dollars. With the help of Pop Felton, an old codger who owed him his life, and Kathy O'Neil, a teller in the bank, there was no way he could fail.But Pop Felton double-crossed them, Kathy was killed, and the Sallivan gang ended up with the money.Now Lassiter was going to track down the Sallivan boys one by one. And Lassiter had five deep graves just ready waiting for them!

Lassiter was bumming a ride on The Caprice Queen when a bunch of river pirates blew the riverboat out of the water and got away with a hundred thousand dollars in gold. He decided to make the dynamiters pay for the inconvenience, and a hundred thousand - the whole bundle - was the figure he decided on. Getting it wouldn't be easy, but in the end, Lassiter always got what he wanted.Lassiter is totally amoral, totally unpredictable, more like a cougar than a man.Sometimes he k...

Want to commit suicide? The quickest way is to tangle with Lassiter. Cross him just once—and he'll pull the trigger for you. He's killed a lot of people for a lot less. Lassiter wasn't born mean, but he learned easily. But he's no meaner than the times he lives in, no dirtier than the men he's killed. Not that Lassiter frets about dead men, because he never killed a man who didn't need killing—more or less. Lassiter is cold as a corpse in January, tough as a chuck-wagon steak, cruel as an ...