APACHES ON THE WARPATH The Apaches were the meanest bunch of Indians around. They would do anything for a fight During a raid, they captured a white woman and made her their slave. It was up to the cavalry to put an end to the Apache menace and to rescue the woman. A big, gripping novel of the Southwest ... a blazing chapter from the annals of cavalry life on the frontier.
A man could thunder up a fortune with the hundreds of thousands of wild, scrawny longhorns that came up the Chisholm Trail through Indian territory to Kansas. Big Jim Wade was desperate for money for himself and for the woman he loved. So he leased a million acres of grasslands from the Cheyenne chiefs and gambled everything he had to build a cattle kingdom. But that was the year the Cheyenne went on the warpath and all hell broke loose on the range.
Cole Armin came into Piute on the late stage, dead broke and hungry. But no amount of money could make him work for the snake-in-the-grass, thieving Monarch Freight Company. He saw firsthand how Monarch played dirty to keep its business number one. So Cole threw in his lot with Monarch's rival, Western Freight, and soon he was driving twenty mules and twenty tons of ore right into a crossfire that would test his manhood... and his heart.
Giff Ballew risks his life to take back the land he believes was stolen from his family following the Civil War. But Ballew's enemy has more guns, more money, and the town on his payroll.
DEAD SHOT Judge John Lillard lay under his horse in the snow, a bullet through his chest. Game warden "Mac" McPhail usually went after poachers here in the high mountain country. But Mac vowed he'd find his best friend's murderer. Many men had reason to shoot the judge, but Mac knew, deep in his gut, he had to find out fast which one did it. Because, desperate to cover his tracks, this killer was now trigger-happy dangerous, and chances were 99 out of 100 that he'd kill again.
"Us Hoads stick together--in brutality, rustling and murder." As sheriff, it was Reese's sworn duty to destroy them. But he was one of them too. A Hoad by marriage. And he had an enemy in his own house, hating him as only a woman can hate a man who has scorned her--working to foil his every move, waiting to murder him if he got too close to his prey.
THEY HIRED GIFF DIXON TO DO A CROOKED JOB . . . They found him outside of town, lying beside his dead horse, half dead himself, with a belly full of buckshot. They needed a job done, a job that was too tough for their crew of gunslingers. So they gave him his choice-he could take their job or crawl back into the desert, and die. Dixon took it. But he turned on the land grabbers with all the power and vengeance of a strong man, with nothing left to fight for but his pride. ...
THE TERROR OF TORNADO BASIN - Give some men the sight of a rich, peaceful cattle range, and they won't rest easy until the place is overrun with sheep. Such a man was Sands, the shrewd, ruthless sheepman hell-bent on taking over all of Tornado Basin, after buying out the more desperate nesters and killing off the law. Against him stood a motley gang of men bound by nothing more than anger, a determined young woman who'd stop just short of murder to save her birthright, and a range detective named Tim Enever - a saddle-lean stranger to the land and the violent war to win it, but no stranger to trouble and the fast gun he'd need to survive.
Bide Marriner wanted the Hatchet spread. He wanted its rich grass and water, and he wanted the power that went with it. The man who owned the Hatchet was king of a vast territory. Above all, Bide Marriner wanted the Hatchet to satisfy his terrible craving for revenge. And all that stood in his way was one tall, slow-spoken, leather-tough cowboy.
Five of the fourteen soldiers would survive either by raw courage or blind luck. One of them was a traitor who had sold the Indians stolen Winchester rifles. Now Breed faced a court-martial that could put him in front of a firing squad, unless he rode hell-for-leather to freedom and the woman who could prove his innocence.
No gold bullion had been freighted out of South Pass for weeks. The stage had been ambushed seventeen times. A dozen drivers and guards had been gunned down. And last time out the outlaws had gotten more than gold The seventy army uniforms they'd hijacked would become their ticket to the fortune stored inside the fort itself. Unless undercover agent Lieutenant John Haven could outsmart, outfight, and outshoot the gang's cunning mastermind first.