When Johnny Bracket reined into Field City, he had twenty-one steers, his bay horse, his gun, and a run of bad luck behind him. He liked the look of the town and, even better, he liked the land deal Morg Field offered him. What he didn't like was the fear he saw in the faces of the townsfolk and the ruthless greed he began to see in the man who owned them.

Logan knew he was good. But so were a lot of men who went after El Puma, the dandy killer with the fancy guns who headed the most feared gang of killers along the whole Mexican border. For as far as a good horse could run before he dropped, El Puma ruled. But even El Puma couldn't have lasted as long as he did without the help of friends in high places on both sides of the border. Colonel Barty, with his riverboat gambler's shirts and whiskey-red face, might be part of it. And where did Logan's old lady love figure into all this?

A novel about the Thirties—about a big town and hard times, about love and hate, violence and corruption, and about six people who made a game out of life. The gangsters, the floozies, money and sex. All caught up in a drama that can only spiral out of the control.

Matt Buxton was a good man who built an empire out of prairie dust. And Matt was loyal to his own—even his rowdy brother Jed, who fought too often and drank too much. He was so loyal that when Jed shot a girl in the back, he was willing to wreck his own town and start a range war to save Jed's hell-bent neck from the rope.
What he didn't count on was Marshal Hancock, the lawman who believed in law, and the girl's mother who'd just arrived from the East and she would do anything for revenge.

They'd hurt a lot of innocent people. They'd tortured women, stolen money for dope, committed rape and murder.
And, like everyone else, Tom Kincaid, a freelance gambler, had ignored them, figuring it was up to the cops or the syndicate to settle the score.
But, this time, it was different. That was Sally lying there in the rabble heap, her twisted, broken body crying out for revenge.
This time, they'd pay. Kincaid would see to it, personally. He'd track them down, ferret them out ... and kill them, one by one.
Here's a tough, tense thriller about a gambler with an edge, a gambler with death up his sleeve. And who will bring death to all sides.

"DEATH in Vegas. Two hopheads pull a heist in a crowded casino, your casino, Kincaid....
DEATH in the Nevada hills. A wrist twists, a knife strikes, and a beautiful girl lies dead on a movie set—your movie, Kincaid....
DEATH is something you've always lived with if your name's Tom Kincaid and you're a professional gambler who's willing to bet against long odds.
DEATH is something you've got to expect, Kincaid—especially when you've put up a million to back a movie starring your girl... a movie called "Gun For Sale."

Cemetery Jones wears notches on his soul the way others wear them on the butts of their guns. He's about to add one more when an old friend enlists him in a desperate range war against a thieving, murdering rancher. Joining him is the mysterious Maverick Kid, riding hard and hot on a secret vendetta.
The Kid turns out to be a hell of a help in a knock-down, drag-out battle of bullets!

Lila Lee Sharp was a seller of sex and as far as Jack Ware was concerned, she'd sold his best friend short. But Ted Colyer was beyond caring about whether he'd been the victim of a hard sell—he was stretched out on a slab in the morgue with a hole in his chest the size of a picture window.
Lila was the key to the murder puzzle, except that her lush body and hot, knowing eyes kept Ware from fitting the pieces together. He could think of nothing else but the fact he had to have her. And he knew the high price he might have to pay—his life, and maybe hers.

Ned Buntline made Cemetery Sam Jones the hero of one of his notorious dime novels and called him the fastest gun in the West. Now every gun-toting cowboy alive is out to prove it ain't so. Sam decides to shut Buntline up real quick before the cemeteries start overflowing. Of course, Sam doesn't reckon on Denver gambling brawls, New York gunfights, Indians on the warpath, and bloodthirsty outlaws after gold in the hills of Montana. But Cemetery Jones doesn't surprise too easy....

Who hurt Doll Lansing so bad?
Tim Farr didn't know.
Who banged Doll's head around so that her whiskey-blurred eyes could no longer see which men were doing what to her hot, voluptuous body?
Everybody in Asienta, maybe. Producers, actors, tennis pros, even realtors and judges.
Until Doll lay like a broken puppet at the base of a cliff, the wheel of justice spun crazily, and the pointer reached Tim Farr.
Sure, everybody in the smoldering Hollywood suburb had had a go at Doll at one time or another.
So had he.
INCLUDES SPECIAL BONUS NOVELLA – "What's Cookin', Killer"

He's Sam to his friends.
Cemetery Jones to his unlucky enemies.
Lucky for Jones he was born suspicious. And dead quick with a gun.
Sunrise is a frontier town, just beginning to stretch. Till outlaws vow to take out the whole damn place to revenge themselves on the new marshal, name of Cemetery Jones.
The numbers are against him.
But Jones has his gun. And the graveyard has plenty of vacancies.

THE TYCOON...
He was only in his early thirties but he was head of a vast business empire. He was handsome and sophisticated, and he could be very dangerous when he wanted to. He was married to a woman who was consistently unfaithful to him. Nobody knew why he stood for it, he certainly didn't have to...

...AND THE TIGRESS...
She could do things with her eyes and voice that astonished him almost as much as what she could do with her magnificent body. He hated all the things she had done before they met, and yet he knew he would never have wanted her if she had not been so well-versed in the ways of love.

Will appeal to fans of Citizen Kane or Hollywood novels.

In Vegas only the amateurs buck the big odds, and Tom Kincaid was a professional.
He was smart, tool and cynical. He always figured the percentages down to the last decimal point ... until the night that the killer cut him in on a game of murder.
That was the night Kincaid found that the cards were stacked against him with the table stakes life or death—his life, his death.

Tombstone was fast becoming one hell of a mess when Bat Masterson and the Earps asked their old pal Sam "Cemetery" Jones to lend a hand. There was a man a day getting killed, the notorious Clanton gang raising hell, Apaches on the warpath and a legendary outlaw called Ringo looking to put Cemetery Jones six feet under.
But Cemetery wasn't one to refuse his friends, even if it meant going up against six-shooters, raiding Indians, and a cold-blooded killer out gunning for him. It was a mighty good thing Cemetery didn't scare too easily because the showdown at the OK Corral was just the beginning in the war zone called Tombstone.