In this sixth book in Johnstone's bestselling First Mountain Man series, Preacher is faced with the strangest, most dangerous army the High Lonesome has ever seen. Its leader is a blood-mad fanatic right out of the ancient history books. All Preacher has on his side are his brother mountain men: ...
Preacher explains the origins of the legend of Preacher, a young man filled with wanderlust and raw courage, who would someday become a hero. In 1812, Preacher leaves Ohio on a journey westward, and must do whatever it takes to survive.
Rocky Mountain Showdown Big Max Higgins ran the outlaw town of Hell's Creek up in the north Montana Rockies. . .and he decided to include the nearby town of Barlow in his cutthroat operation. What he didn't know was that Smoke Jensen was there with his wife, visiting relatives. It didn't take S...
Smoke Jensen is determined to find a way out of a New Mexico jail cell--as well as to escape the hide-hungry lynch mob who's after him for a murder he didn't commit. Then he must win the trust of the beautiful widow of the rancher they say he gunned down, because Smoke is all she's got standing b...
From his Missouri farm, the boy travels west. In his heart is vengeance. In his hand is a Navy Colt. By his side is the old mountain man named Preacher, who'll teach young Smoke Jensen everything he needs to know about fighting like the devil, and--when the time comes--dying like a man. Although ...
Over the past four months I have been reading the Mountain Man series by William W. Johnstone. They are a throwback to the old west and come complete with rugged turrain, outlaws, Indians, and heroes. I enjoyed these books for the simple reason that I feel transported back to a simpler time whe...
Smoke Jensen is out to say a town again. This time the story is tied to Smoke's niece. The bad guys are essentially the same. As are the good guys. The story and action are almost entirely the same. Much of the writing is the same. A good bulk of conversations have been heard in many other Johnst...
2.5 starsThis B-style horror novel, which spawned a sequel I own and plan to read soon, was read years ago when I was a teen. Having forgotten the plot completely but recognizing the cover instantly when passing it by in a used bookstore, I'm sad to say it hasn't aged well. The plot is a cheesy d...
It had been years since hired gunhands murdered Smoke Jensen's wife and son, but the pain was as fresh for him as yesterday. And so was Smoke's need for revenge. Reissue.
Lawmen don't last long in the town of Doubtful, Wyoming Territory. But they have never seen the likes of the man who's known only as Cotton before, who aims to take the badge for $125 a month, save himself a nice chunk of money, and be on his way. Problem is, things don't always work out as you w...
Outlaws had smashed his life, left his wife dying, and carried off his son. Now all Frank Morgan wants is to hang up his guns and settle down in peace. But all that changes when he rides into the middle of a Montana range war, where a valley has been ripped apart by hatred and fears...and where h...
A hard term in Yuma Prison gave Ralph Tinsdale and his sidekicks some time to work up a deep hatred for Smoke Jensen, the man who put them there. Now having escaped, they possess a posse of 40 men and the price on Smoke Jensen's head is 20 grand. With Jensen's wife shanghaied into Tinsdale's dead...
In the aftermath of germ and nuclear warfare, of plague and pillage and bloody anarchy, the fate of a divided world hangs by a slender thread. Ben Raines and his SUSA Rebels are on one side and the enemies of freedom are on the other. But Ben Raines has sworn to make the dream of government by th...
The newest addition to Johnstone's series finds Smoke Jensen in Muddy Gap, Wyoming, taking a much-needed break from driving a herd north. But he is soon on the run again, with Jack Grubb's vicious gang of rustlers hot on his trail. Then, Chief Iron Claw's bloodthirsty Cheyenne warriors appear on ...
Loaned to me by Butch Green. This is not one of the "Preacher" series; it's a "Smoke Jensen" western.* * * * *I'm torn between "did not like" and "it was okay." I have enjoyed some of the books in Johnstone's "Preacher" series, but not much this one. The characters did not behave in tune with ...
Preacher, the legendary first mountain man, leads a wagon train of women across the West, fighting off a gang of cutthroats who are operating under the mistaken assumption that the ladies and their belongings are easy pickings.
In a land of towering mountains and howling winds, a man has found a home away from other men and away from memories of the past. A trapper by trade, a fighter at heart, he has earned the name "Preacher," and a legend of his own. In the wilds, Preacher has learned the rules of survival, and he ha...
When gold is discovered near the little town of No-Name, Colorado, the citizens are overjoyed. But soon every two-bit gunslick is beating a path to the gold strike, and Smoke Jensen has to round up some men to make sure justice is served.
Mountain man Smoke Jensen comes to the aid of a sharpshooter who decides to reform his ways and return a stolen army payroll. Jensen goes to Jackson Hole to fight a feared outlaw who has threatened to kill the sharpshooter's wife if he doesn't get his money back.
Robber baron Clifton Satterlee is in greedy pursuit of a coveted piece of land in the New Mexico Territory. He plans to wrest the timber-rich hills from the Tua Pueblo and then populate the town with his own subservient labor force. But Saterlee has overlooked one mighty obstacle--legendary mount...
Lee Slater and his gang of lowlife desperadoes didn't know that Smoke Jensen had given up his gunslinger status to become a family man. Stirring up a motherlode of trouble was their first mistake. Shooting Smoke's wife Sally was their second. Chances are, they're not going to live to make a third.
Very good. I love how the ending is a cliff hanger. Read the third book to understand. I hope we do find out one day who the mystery government man was who presented Preacher with the offer that starts the 3rd book.
During a trip back east for a family reunion, Preacher learns that even the civilized midwest can attract a motherlode of trouble... especially when a gang of local bully boys decides to pick a fight. Now, wealthy landowner Elam Parks lies dead -- and there's a $5,000 reward on the head of the ma...
I read return of the mountain man written by William W. Johnstone and it was exactly what you would expect out of a wild west book. The setting is the west where you can travel for days without seeing another soul, and because of this its very easy for outlaws to escape the law. The main characte...
In the bush country of South Texas, Captain Richard King built a sprawling ranch called Santa Gertrudis. But at the end of the Civil War, while king was in Mexico, his ranch was raided by Union troops led by a sadistic killer who burned Santa Gertrudis to the ground--and slaughtered everyone on i...
Radio station KSIN plays the kind of sultry jazz that goes perfectly with the balmy California nights in La Barca. But someone--some madman--has been inserting subliminal messages of potent force into the broadcasts, and women are being lured to grisly, horrifying deaths. Soon two homicide detect...
Raised by the Shawnee, Jamie MacCallister fought his way to manhood from the Alamo to Colorado to the gold of California. Now, the U.S. is divided--North versus South. With his own sons fighting on opposite sides, Jamie leads his Confederate marauders into battle. But when the guns of war fall si...
In post-World War III America, legendary soldier and freedom fighter Ben Raines orders his rebels to make one last desperate assault against the Russian invaders and the mercenary turncoat San Hartline. But until fresh troops arrive, Raines wages a one-man guerrilla war against the enemy! Reissue.
It could only be seen in the dead of night. The satanic glow swirled above the old railroad tracks, pulsating with evil, flickering with the light of hell itself. And it drew the young people of Good Hope to its shimmering core like moths to a flame...The eerie change in the slumbering Missouri t...
After snuffing out the life of a slick young gunslinger, Falcon MacCallister is doomed to roam the West with a posse tracking him, sworn to revenge.
Falcon McCallister roams the West with a single-minded goal - swift justice for the man who ambushed his father. The relentless search has turned the frontier into a hunting ground. And it has turned the hunter into a legend. An adventure, a love story, an epic of courage, loyalty, honor and betr...
On the border between Mexico and Texas, Frank Morgan is caught between two warring ranchers, men who speak different languages but share the same stubborn courage - and are both being terrorized by a raider called the Black Scorpion. Texas Rangers are struggling to bring law and order to the chao...
As Pecos Valley, New Mexico, erupts into a brutal range war, gunfighter Falcon McCallister becomes caught in the middle of a violent showdown between ranchers, battling side by side with a ruthless young oulaw called Billy the Kid.
When Frank Logan's son is kidnapped, he rides out after the gang of outlaws. But just as he gets close to the men he's hunting, he comes upon a ghost town nestled into a Rocky Mountain valley. For Logan, the mystery of this town -- and of a deadly spirit that haunts it -- has to take second fiddl...
In the latest exciting book in this classic Western series, blood brothers Matt Bodine and Sam Two Wolves set out to save a small Texas town from an all-out blood bath. Original.
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Searching through the Oklahoma Panhandle for the killers who ambushed a small wagon train, notorious gunslinger Falcon MacCallister discovers that a new railway is at the root of all the bloodshed.
ONE NATION UNDER HELLWhile those who survived the bombs, the fallout, and the germ warfare struggle to stay alive in a world gone mad, legendary soldier and survival expert Ben Raines is fighting to rebuild a nation out of anarchy and bitter chaos.In this hellish new order, there are devils leadi...
As the years pass, Black Wilder is waiting for just the right moment to emerge from the shadows in the small prairie town. The time is now, the beasts are hungry, the Undead are awake, and the putrid stench of evil hangs in the area.
Frank Morgan rides with a brace of six guns, a reputation for knowing how to use them, and a private score he's vowed to settle. Known on the frontier as The Drifter, Morgan has come to Colorado in pursuit of the hombres who killed the only woman he had ever loved. But two vicious outlaw gangs ar...
"We have defeated enemies who outnumbered and outgunned us. We have learne our lessons in blood and tears. But nowonce gaintyranny is knocking on our door." Ben RainesThe patriot army of Ben Raines went toe-to-toe with the most powerful enemy in the worldthe USAand fought its way through hel...
From the Texas battlegrounds to the Colorado Rockies and the California goldfields, Jamie MacCallister blazes new trails along the Western frontier, joining Kit Carson on his expedition from the Missouri to the Pacific. Original.
He is Jamie Ian MacCallister - the subject of dime novels and campfire ballads. Raised by the Shawnee who call him Man Who is Not Afraid, MacCallister survived the bloodshed of the Alamo and the Civil War, and found an unexpected admirer in President Lincoln. And with each victory, the MacCallist...
It was like any other spring day in the quiet, peaceful community of Lapeer Parish, Louisiana. But for Sheriff Vic Ransonet it was the beginning of a nightmare. People were disappearing without a trace. Animals were being eaten right down to the bone. Lush fertile fields of crops were being strip...
THE ROOT OF EVIL The ominous rumblings of thunder - dark thunder, was how retired head of police Al Watt thought of it - had started thirty years before on the night that Sand was killed. A good man, that Sand, and when he died, the forces of darkness had taken root in Willowdale, Colorado. Now ...
The Lord of Darkness had promised eternal life and endless orgy to get a pledge of love from the coven members. The few who had fought against his hideous powers in Whitfield in 1958 can't believe it could happen again. But then hot wind begins to blow. . . .
It came in the dead of the night—a rhythmic creaking sound that only the children could hear. Jackie and Johnny tried not to listen. But it called to them, whispering of evil, luring them into the darkness of the attic.With its brightly colored saddle and painted-on eyes, it was the most beautifu...
A bloodthirsty religious cult is spreading a doctrine of hate across the land, and it is sending its armies of fanatics against Ben Raines and his Rebels. If the cult's plan succeeds Raines will die, and so will all his dreams for the future of America. Reissue.
He came west to the Rockies as a young runaway and grew into a legend among the already legendary frontier mountain men. Now, Preacher is the only man with the skills to lead a wagon train on the last leg of the rugged Oregon trail. And Preacher is determined to get the pilgrims through safely.
The town of Logandale is showing signs of the foul presence of the Prince of Darkness. Hollow-eyed, hungry corpses rise from unearthly tombs to gorge themselves on living flesh, spawning a new generation of restless Undead. Only Sam and Nydia Balon have faced the master before and know what must ...
For the first time since the inception of his fictional Tri-States network 15 years ago, bestselling author William W. Johnstone delivers a complete guide to the first 24 books in his "Ashes" series. Here is Ben Raines on the IRA, the IRS, racism, the justice system, welfare, the military, politi...
Itching for a challenge, Count Frederick von Hausen sails from Germany to hunt down Smoke Jensen. And with a party of the toughest hardcases in the West, von Hausen shadows Smoke into Wyoming's high Rockies. But Smoke Jensen is the last mountain man, and he knows the country like the back of his ...
Smoke Jensen is all that stands between a greedy group of Eastern slickers and their schemes for a criminal empire in the Rockies. When Smoke heads back to Boston with his wife, it gives his enemies the opening they'd been waiting for - to kill the mountain man and take over the West.
It was owned and operated by one of Tariq’s countrymen who had immigrated to the United States more than twenty years earlier. The man might have had a suspicion that Tariq was more than he seemed, but nothing of the sort was spoken. Tariq knew that the proprietor still had relatives back home an...
For the next two weeks on the Star C, that was more true than ever. Scratch came over to join in the roundup. He and Bo had worked plenty of similar gathers during their years of drifting. Whether it was Texas, Montana, or anywhere in between, the work of pushing the cattle out of the brush, driv...
They had come down out of the mountains a short time earlier, through a pass that Smoke knew gave the little settlement its name. Fletcher’s Gap. The town, although calling it by that designation was generous, was about a mile out on the flats, where the grassy plains began that stretched all the...
Conyers,” C.D. Matthews said. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather me issue a bank certificate for the money?” “No, I want cash,” Big Ben said. “Very well, I’ll have the teller make it up and bring it to you. No need for you to have to stand in line with the others.” “Thank you,” Big Ben said. Matth...
The slug slammed into the young man’s right shoulder and he staggered back. He stumbled and fell to the street, landing on his butt. He had pulled his six-gun from leather on the way down. The pistol cracked and Ben shot himself in the right foot, blowing off several toes. “Oh, God!” he hollered,...
Sarhag (Colonel) Saladin had come down from Muslimabad to talk with the “Special Operations Team.” Ten men, all Janissaries, had infiltrated the South Carolina Defense Corps and, over the last six weeks, had earned the trust of Captain Ray Lumsden, the SCDC commander for the local area. They had ...
He rolled the dead man onto his back and then ripped his shirt open, the buttons popping one after another. Ritter stared at the corpse’s bloody chest and nodded. “Bonifaunt, bring the other one over here,” he said. Toohy did as he was told and Ritter treated the body as he had Claxton’s. “Look a...
. . all business as usual, in other words. Then he stopped and his eyes narrowed as he read the report from Texas. “What’s this?” he asked his chief of staff. “Doesn’t the president of the United States have better things to do than worry about some minor disturbance in a state full of conservati...
Tam Sullivan stood at his hotel room window and watched Tom Archer’s posse ride in, a group of exhausted, frozen men. They’d suffered no casualties and showed no signs of wounds, so they’d obviously been defeated by weather, not Utes. But where were Longley and Tate? Those two boys knew how to ta...
The men rejected Frank’s idea that they head for Boise, and insisted they return to South Raven. “It’s rough country, boys,” Frank told them. Frank’s statement was met with stony silence. Frank shrugged. “All right,” he said, swinging into the saddle. “Let’s do it.” The Easterners put the miles b...
Madame Bauterre spoke to the upside-down cross. “Janette is lying to me about her trip.” She has gone to meet His warrior, the voice rose in her head. That unlikely candidate for a place behind the Pearly Gates. “Unless I can convince them to leave. . . .” she let the sentence trail off into sile...
Bo led the way on foot now, with Scratch’s lasso tied around his chest under his arms in case he fell. He made his way carefully, sliding his feet along the ground through the snow. The flakes stung his face, and he knew that he and the other men risked frostbite on any exposed skin. After an unk...
Biff said when Duff came back in to the bar. Everyone in the bar cheered, and Cindy sidled up to him again. “That was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen,” she said. “Let me get you a fresh drink,” Biff offered. “No need,” Duff said. He held up the half-empty glass of scotch. “Sure ’n’ you know that...
They would remember his name. His leg hurt . . . and he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep conscious much longer. Smiling, Yuyutsu let the heavy Winchester ’86 drop from his fingers and land in the Kansas dust. He told himself that he had no choice. After all, the last bullet he had rested inside t...
Oddly enough, he felt good about what he had done. Even Greybull and another trapper, Jim, had noticed the subtle change in the mountain man. “You’ve changed, Preacher,” Jim pointed out. “I can’t put no finger on it. But they’s something different about ye.” Greybull smiled. “I think it’s ’cause ...
“Hear that, Spirit?” he asked the horse. “Sounds like there’s a ruckus going on.” Spirit turned his head to look back at Matt as if he were saying Oh? Really? Running into trouble was something the two of them did all too often. Matt’s Stetson was cuffed back on his shock of blond hair. Humor spa...
That meant a rifle. He had a split-second while the would-be killer levered the weapon, so he lunged forward, grabbed Porter’s collar, and hauled the man to his feet. “Run!” Ace snapped. Chance was moving, too, grabbing the horses’ reins and pulling them toward the far side of the road. The trees...
Al Trejo was dead—and that fact still broke Buddy’s heart—while Fred Kelso was seriously wounded and his condition still weighed on Buddy’s mind. The doctors at the Sierrita County Hospital gave Fred a fifty-fifty chance of surviving. There was some discussion about taking him by helicopter to a ...
Burt Becker said. “I want you, Little Face, and June to do some serious killing.” “How many are up there in the hills, boss?” June Lacour said. “Last I heard a dozen and the crazy doc makes thirteen, an unlucky number.” “For them or for us?” Pete Caradas said, admiring his morning bourbon in the ...
Latigo asked. “No,” Sam said, “can’t say as I do.” At midnight on the cloudy night, the moon was playing peek-a-boo with the clouds. Bright silver moonlight alternated with ghostly silver-black gloom. A farmer’s old saw Sam had oft heard repeated during boyhood days in southwest Minnesota maintai...
The flap lifted and two men carried out an unconscious elderly white man, his face ashen. A voice from inside the tent said, “Max, see he gets plenty of red wine.” “I reckon he’ll be a goner soon, King,” said the man called Max. Disinterested, the voice from inside said, “Hell, try it anyway.” “W...
That night, Randy and I were in the house when we heard a commotion out in the barn. I had just checked the wound in his side and was pleased to see that it was still healing just fine, as far as I could tell. One of the windows I had replaced after the shootout with Tate and the other outlaws wa...
He took off his shirt, stuck his head under the stream of water, and sluiced more dust from his hair and bare torso. It felt good to be at least a little bit clean again, he thought as he pulled on the fresh shirt. It stuck to his damp skin in places. When he turned toward the house, he thought h...
Troopers Malvern and King, in the second car pulled up alongside and stopped. All of them stared at the slow-moving vehicle, clashing and crashing along, throwing up sparks. “That truck doesn’t have a tire on it!” King finally blurted. “That thing is ridiculous!” Sergeant Davidson said, dropping ...
Gray quit the ring in 1885, after he took a terrible beating from the great Jack Kilrain, fighting under brutal London bare-knuckle rules before they were banned in the United States. Too many blows to the head had left Gray mentally unbalanced. He was not a revolver fighter like Mickey Pauleen, ...
W. was already waiting in the sheriff’s office when Miranda got there. The office door was open and they could see her coming. Both men stood up as she walked in. “Don’t bother,” she snapped. “I don’t give a damn about chivalry right now.” “You may not care,” G.W. said gently, “but fellas like us...
These were frontier women, and they might have told their husbands—in a ladylike manner, of course—where to stick that suggestion. Ginny and Roz were upstairs, sitting by a window, each with a Winchester rifle. Connie was at the side of the house, also upstairs, with a long barreled ten-gauge goo...
For two men who had spent a lifetime participating in petty crime, it was a totally new experience. They were riding with a gang that now numbered a little over twenty riders. “You know what this means, Forney?” Crump asked. “This means there can’t nobody, nowhere, do nothin’ to us, ’cause we’re ...
On the ground, he yelled, “Hold your fire, you trigger-happy hot dogs! I’m Ranger Battle. Doesn’t this hat tell you anything? Who do you think I am, the reincarnation of Sergeant York?” “Sorry,” came the call. “We thought you were one of them.” “Who the hell is them?” Rick said, getting off the g...
Jesse said over breakfast the next morning. “Leaving? Where are you goin’, Pa?” “I’m not sure. I just want to do some traveling around. The thing is, I’m signing the farm over to you, lock, stock, and barrel.” “You don’t have to do that, Pa. Heck, I’ll keep things going here. And I’ll bank your s...
The train had an extended stop in Denver, but it was still the dark of the morning and Smoke dozed in his seat, barely aware of the stop. It was nearly noon by the time he reached Cheyenne, and after making certain that his horse was off-loaded and put in the stable to be ready for the next leg, ...
The occasion was just as festive as when Kindhand and company met the first group of Rebels at the diner, and the news was all good. They decided to stop for the night. The Rejects would never risk an attack of so formidable a force and, anyway, the chances of finding them were very slight, thoug...
Cora asked Meagan after Mrs. Hastings and Laura were gone. “Yes, but I’m a little worried about her. I hope Mrs. Hastings takes her to a doctor.” “Why bother? Everyone knows there’s nothing you can do about a cold, except just ride it out.” “If that’s what it is,” Meagan said. “Why do you say tha...
Tammy Gray greeted Jon and Linda with a smile almost as bright as the morning sun over the bayous. Guess what, guys?” She stood on the front porch of the Despair house, dressed in denim and a checkered western shirt . . . with pearl snaps. Cute little cowboy boots. Little bandanna around her neck...
He had blown out the lamp a few minutes earlier, so the room was dark, allowing him to see what was going on outside, which appeared to be nothing. “Do you see anything?” Lorena asked from behind him in a worried tone. “Not a blessed thing. There’s some light a few blocks away, probably from the ...
Roosevelt asked as the two men rode out to Elkhorn. “That is, if you don’t mind being addressed by your first name.” “I would consider it an act of real friendship to be addressed by my first name,” Falcon replied. “And to answer your question, I do read when I get the opportunity. I often carry ...
Hardesty, although far from being a young man, loped effortlessly behind them. The other, followed in a fast walk. “When the baying changes,” Don told the federal men, not knowing if they had ever been a part of anything like this, “we’ll know the hounds have something.” “We’ve done this before,”...
He found himself awake at night fairly often, and he wasn’t the sort to just lie there in his bunk or bedroll and stare at the darkness. He felt better getting up and moving around. He liked to stay busy, always had. Besides, even though the wagon train was camped in a city and surrounded by civi...
A man stepped out of a ramshackle building across the rutted trail and waved to Frank. “Those ole boys pulled out late yesterday, Marshal. Packed up ever'thing and rode out. I'm glad to see them go, personal. Unfriendly bunch, they was." “Did one of them have a bolt-action rifle?" “A what?" “A ri...
“Now I know that everything … will be all right. The chief is … back.” Alex returned the smile. “I hope I live up to that faith you have in me, Jimmy. I’m going to get my uniform on.” She came out of her office a few minutes later, feeling glad to have the gun on her hip again. “How’s Mr. McNamar...
It was a hell of a show. The footage was being imaged on a massive flat-screen LED TV hanging on the wall at one end of the conference room. It was five o’clock on a Friday night, two days after Steve had somehow escaped the trap set for him at the Gall Building. The Imperium, once one of Atlanti...
He figured the man was going to reassure the passengers that nothing was wrong and that the halt was only temporary. Since he was in charge, more than likely, he had already figured out some plausible story to explain it. Bertram left, too, and Luke had no doubt he was going to supervise the tran...
There had been a few frantic calls from townspeople to relatives, frightening tales of armed men in the streets killing anything that moved. Those calls had been cut ominously short. The county sheriff had disappeared, along with several deputies dispatched to Fuego to investigate reports of a di...
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Emily said, “The simplest thing to do would be just to shoot him.” The gun in her hand—Buckhorn’s own that she had picked up—was already pointed in his general direction. “One more shot won’t bring the posse down on us any faster.” Buckhorn sneered at her. “Trust me, girl, I k...
He had convinced himself, during his laudanum-induced haze while having his and his son’s broken teeth extracted by a dentist he had brought in from El Paso, that everybody was his mortal enemy; that everybody was against him; that everybody was out to get him. When he struck, he struck hard and ...
“I . . . I don’t know what you mean. Those men broke in here tonight, but I don’t know what they wanted.” Luke thought he saw fear in her eyes. “They wanted you,” he said flatly, “and they were part of the same bunch that jumped the stagecoach earlier today.” “Wait a minute,” Hobie said. “How do ...
“That didn’t take long,” he muttered. The Muslims had shown that they weren’t afraid to use violence. But they wouldn’t want to use too much of it. The more clues that were out there the less likely they were to keep getting away with it. The more indignation that was out there, the less Chief Br...
The two eighteen-wheelers were all that remained of what had once been a fleet of as many as fifty trucks. Mid-American Trucking, the company Sam owned, once hauled freight between Dallas and cities all over the country, from Spokane, Washington, to Miami, Florida, and from Portland, Maine, to Sa...
Bandolier Man reacted first, popping two wild shots as Millard ran. He landed hard in the soft sand, came up, and the Winchester rifle practically leaped into his hands. The rifle had been a gift from the governor of Texas, back when Millard, Jimmy, and Borden had been much younger, much wilder—b...
But he was hungry and hunger can make a bear bold. Asa Pagg, his back against an arrowhead of sandstone rock that jutted from the bed of the dry wash, knew he was in a heap of trouble. Weak from the whipping he’d taken and unarmed, he was in no shape to tackle an aggressive bear one-on-one. Pagg’...
The amount being shipped was said to be worth one hundred thousand dollars. “That’s why you were to meet the sheriff here,” Smoke said. “If he really is behind those robberies, he isn’t going to let this shipment get away.” “Yeah, I think you’re right,” Clell said. “How much did you get?” Smoke a...
He had no idea what the date was, though he figured it to be sometime in mid-June or later. If he had remembered to find out the date before he left Rendezvous, he would know now, because he had carved a notch for every day since he left. He had been on the river now for thirty days. The days had...
The narrow ventilation openings were set high in the walls so that even if a stray slug went through one of them, it wasn’t likely to hit Cara, Lowe, or Elam. Bo, Scratch, and Brubaker were in much more danger because they were out in the open. Brubaker flung himself from the log in a dive that c...
But when he carbon-tested the stone and the edge of the cutting in the tablet, his smile faded abruptly. The stone tablet was thousands of years old. He double-checked his findings. When he finished the second testing, the young man sat in silence, smoking his pipe, looking at the tablet, his eye...
He found four five-gallon gas cans and filled them, placing them in the bed of his truck. He looked back at Mr. Harnack, nodded his head, and drove off, heading for the police station, only a few blocks away. The dispatcher was dead, not a mark on him. On the note pad on the table was scribbled: ...
Silas Creeds motioned with his glass at Tweedy and Lowth. Shawn swung out of the saddle and stood holding the reins of his mount. “Looks like the ball is about to open, Creeds.” “Soon. But not yet. The boss wants to look over the ship.” “He may not have time,” Shawn pointed out. “He’s got the Ara...
The girl had recovered from her experience but had prevailed upon Bat to buy her a brandy. “For my nerves, like.” She couldn’t tell him much about Drugo Odell that he didn’t already know, but she was pretty enough and smelled nice. He lingered longer than he’d intended. “Hey, Bat, seems like your...
Duff walked over to the punch bowl and poured himself a drink, but nearly choked, because over the course of the evening, cowboys had added so much whiskey to the punch that it was nearly pure whiskey by now. “What’s the matter, Miss? Is the punch a little too strong for you?” The question asked ...
Getting on toward the dinner hour, Marshal Mack Barton had been fixing to get himself some chow when an excited youngster burst into his office at the jailhouse to tell him he was needed. “There’s been a shooting over to the campgrounds, Marshal,” the freckle-faced kid piped. “A man is dead!” Bar...
They still had to deal with the owlhoots who were pursuing them, however, and that problem became more pressing as a bullet tugged at the sleeve of Matt’s shirt.“We ought to do something about those varmints behind us!” he called across to Sam as they galloped side by side. “Some of those slugs a...
“Why, my good man, we’re going to charge them.” Those around the well-dressed leader blinked in incomprehension. The number of Indians on the ridge continued to grow. Eyes widened as the count of the angry Cheyenne increased to overwhelming odds. Several of the hard-bitten thugs with Pease cut th...
They probably knew they were doomed in Doubtful, Wyoming, but it was my official duty to give them all notices. They had to shut down before March 1 or face the music. And that went for the gals in their houses, too. They knew, of course. Mrs. Goodrich had told them, even though she wasn’t presen...
Sam Flintlock said. “You mean the man who hired these two,” Jamie McPhee said, nodding to the bodies that lay on the ground beside the graves he and Flintlock had almost finished. “Yeah, that’s what I mean. How come he wants you dead so badly?” “The whole town of Open Sky wants me dead,” McPhee s...
The shade was pulled, but a small hole in the shade projected onto the wall a very detailed image, not a shadow but a photographic image of the winter-denuded cottonwood tree growing just outside the hotel. He sat up in the bed and swung his legs over the side, remaining there for a long moment b...
John Wesley was still recovering from his terrible wounds when a grand jury convened and indicted him for the attempted murder of that vile hound Phil Sublett! There was no appeal against this grave injustice and Wes, wounded though he was, had to flee the town by dark of night, like a common cri...
Malcolm said. “What?” Asa Moran asked. “He means don’t all of us show up at the same time,” Carter Hill said. “Why not?” Pettigrew asked. “Because if all of us ride up to the bank together, then dismount and enter the bank simultaneously, it cannot help but arouse suspicions,” Malcolm explained. ...
James, Jack Hickam accepted her order that he check on the Hunt cattle and search the house for anything of value. After that, he was to burn all the ranch buildings so that Kate Kerrigan would not have a refuge should she by bad luck escape the initial slaughter at her place. “Leave the herd whe...