Marshall Norman Wold of Kansas is in jail. But Wold is one of the finest lawmen Longarm has ever known. That means just one thing: Longarm has to go in there and straighten things out...
Mallory's gang is heisting silver shipments -- and killing anyone in its way. When the gang kills Longarm's latest lady friend, and he vows revenge. But severe bullet wounds keep him in hiding -- under the loving care of four ladies of the evening -- while Mallory's gang holds the town hostage. N...
GOING UP IN SMOKE The Haughton Brothers-better known as the Holy Smokes Gang-have broken free from the grips of the law. With wild ideas of overthrowing the government, they're wreaking havoc in the Rockies, preying on ore trains taking gold to the U.S. Mint. Longarm has low tolerance for greedy ...
His hands hurt pretty bad, but that was only to be expected. It occurred to him as he was dismounting from the tall coach that his forearms no longer ached from the strain of driving. He was becoming accustomed to it now. There was one passenger aboard so Longarm stopped i...
On their way across southern Arizona, the conductor had been more than happy to give them a little local history concerning the riverfront town. Located at the junction of the Gila and Colorado rivers, Yuma had at first become an important crossing on the road from Sonora to California, and the S...
Haven began firing the Winchester behind him. She was probably a good two hundred yards away from the man, shooting uphill, so the Winchester would be hard-pressed to hit its target even with an expert squeezing the trigger. But her shots blew up dust along the slope below the man, causing him to...
Very tidy and nicely put together by someone who was accustomed to being in the wilderness. A small pot rested on flat stones next to the ashes of a fire. A sleeping bag—not blankets but an actual bag, the material stuffed with something puffy, probably feathers—was laid out next to the fire. Pan...
Apparently believing both men were asleep, the young Apache princess let her calico blouse slip down off her shoulders. However, Longarm was not asleep. He’d awakened when the girl had risen from her bedroll, just after the sun had gone down. In the...
Or, in Longarm’s case, thirds. He broke a soft roll in half and was using it to sop up the gravy on his plate when the waitress/cook/dishwasher/owner stopped in front of him and placed a small plate down. It held what appeared to be rhubarb pie, the pastry crust sparkling ...
Where on earth did you come from?” Dolly exclaimed, bold brown eyes raking Longarm’s body from head to toe. “Sit yourself down and let Dolly serve you.” There were at least a dozen other men in the little café, and Longarm could feel his cheeks burn as some of them chuckled with amusement. But th...
Longarm glanced over his shoulder. Cynthia was riding in the carriage’s quilted leather seat beside Aunt Beatrice, who looked especially puffy and drawn. Apparently, the three-hour ride along the rough wagon trail through the high, sage- and yucca-stippled desert ringed with dramatic mounta...
The countryside was not as green as Longarm had expected, but he did see plenty of cattle grazing on the short grass and not a small number of sheep. “This country reminds me of Elko . . . dry and bleak,” Delia glumly observed. “If Maxwell Pennington inherited a big ranch ...
Longarm had to prod his prisoners hard to get their horses ready to leave the ranch. The wounded man named Fergus was especially difficult and argumentative. "I'll probably bleed to death in the saddle before we reach that train!" he wailed. "You'll bleed to death for sure if you don't climb int...
It was just as satisfying as the breakfast had been. Then he idled along the street, peering into windows and poking among aisles of goods. As the day progressed the presence of townspeople increased until Crowell City was actually busy. Not busy the way Denver can be but ...
"Fortunate because I've just made your acquaintance, have I not, my dear?" "Qui." She held out a hand with slender, graceful fingers, and he took it and bent over it to brush his lips lightly against the back of it. "I am Annie Clement," she said. "Custis Parker," he told her. "From St. Louis. An...
I need to have some clothes dry cleaned.” The desk clerk at the Pickering nodded and yawned. “And if you don’t mind, what time is it?” Longarm asked. The clerk pointed toward the wall-hung regulator clock to the right of the ...
A knife edge of heavenly flame sliced across the carpet, crept up the side of the bed, then slapped Longarm across the face so hard his eyes popped open like the bullet-blasted hasp on a Wells Fargo strongbox.He grunted, rolled onto his back, then flung an arm over his face in an effort to block ...
A little used bookstore on Larimer was open despite the hour. It smelled dusty inside. A little bearded gent wearing specs and a skullcap came out from the back to ask what he could do for the only customer in sight. Longarm said, "I see you mostly sell regular books, and I don't blame you. But I...
He looked around for signs of Connie. The strange feeling that he’d merely dreamed her lingered. The surreal feeling that clung to him like sticky cobwebs did nothing to help the matter. He’d probably slept only a couple of hours, but as groggy as he remained, he felt as t...
She'd set her veiled hat aside as well, but left her hair pinned up to let her neck sweat all it wanted. Longarm had been right about her hair being a dark shade of honey, and if she looked a mite more mature without that veil, she was still on the brighter side of thirty. Some kindly old philoso...
The Albert Pike was a four-story brick affair with a big marble lobby and indoor plumbing. Some of the rooms even had built-in bathtubs. Longarm had been told that the place had been modeled by the builder and owner after the Grand Hotel in Saint Louis. He was glad of the comfort, but he thought ...