J T Edson: 97 books

In the days of the open range, a cowhand’s most vital possession was his horse. When a cowhand left a spread with no mount of his own, the rancher would usually allow him to borrow one from the remuda. But sometimes, if they parted on bad terms, this loan would not be made… There was no greater...

When Dusty Fog was ambushed and nearly killed by a band of hired killers, only the intervention of a friendly stranger saved his life. From then on, Dusty knew he had to obey the Texan code of honor and repay his debt to Raymond Sangster without hesitation. However, the small Texan did not envisage...

Brent Mallick and his hired Double K gunmen had it all made. Mallick wanted all the land around Barlock, which meant buying out all the small ranchers. This was no problem, for if the ranchers were at first reluctant to sell, they soon changed their minds when they saw what would happen to them and...

Despite being on very good terms with Freddie Woods, Dusty Fog knew no more about her past than anybody else in the trail end town of Mulrooney. But with the coming of the British Railroad Commission to the town the secret of the beautiful and talented Freddie was disclosed. And as a result, she was...

The wagon train was heading for Backsight, the people looking to the West and a new home. Only Colonel Raines and his scout, Tom Blade, knew the danger that was stalking their every move. Then Tom Blade was dead, killed in an ambush, and Raines rode into Hammerlock to get help from the law. In Hammerlock...

Waco was a product of the times. Left an orphan in a Waco Indian attack on a wagon train, he grew up among the large family of an impoverished rancher. Although treated as one of the family, some urge set him drifting at the age of thirteen. Even then he carried a gun, a battered but operational old...

To the Kiowas a white buffalo was a sign of plenty. Only a name-warrior must kill it and even then a medicine-man had to perform the sacred rites over the hide within a prescribed time or all benefits would be lost. The fact that Luke Crammer had slaughtered a white buffalo could easily launch a full-scale...

In every democracy the laws for the protection of the innocent allows loopholes through which the guilty can slip... The Governor of Texas decided that only unconventional methods could cope with the malefactors who slipped through the meshes of the law and so was formed a select group of Texas...

Danny Fog was big—even for a Texan. He stood a head taller than his brother, Dusty, the legendary gun wizard from the Rio Hondo. Despite his youth, a watchful eye and a low-slung gun belt showed him as a man to be reckoned with. Danny Fog had a mission—to break up the cow-thieving outfit that...

At fifteen he joined the Confederate Army. By eighteen he had become a legend. His name was Dusty Fog: a man with a magic hand that could draw, shoot and hit his mark in less than a second. Dusty killed quick. His opponents died slow...slow getting their six-shooter clear of leather. In the wild,...

To Gavin Gartree’s bunch of hardcases, “work” was a cussword, “innocent” was a come-on, and a young pilgrim girl was an invitation to a molestation. But nothing was quite as it seemed. For a start, the young pilgrim girl in question was accompanied by a small and seemingly inconsequential...

The pattern was always the same when "the Bad Bunch" made their raids. They chose their time when there was a county fair, or some such diversion, to take folks minds off the protection of their property. Then they’d start a fire in another part of town, so that all the local lawmen and...

Doc Leroy could patch up a wound or cure a fever. He was the best sawbones that ever rode the range. And he could rope, brand, and work a heard like God's own cowboy. Doc was mighty handy with a gun, too. And those that crossed him, no doctoring would help. 'Cause that's when Doc Leroy cured all their ills with a lightning draw and a blast from his Colt...

Folks said that Waxahachie Smith was finished when his enemies cut off both his trigger-fingers. But he came from a breed that did not accept defeat.So he rode the range, ready to sell his fighting skills to the highest bidder. Nor was he ever out of employment when it was found he could still handle...