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As a boy he had a look of gaunt horror about him. As a man he had the cold look of the eternal searcher. The boy walked out of the wilderness in the late summer of 1855, carrying the sun-blackened remains of a jack rabbit he had been eating on for two days. He had been alone in there...

Yesterday I was delirious, and the day before that, or several before that. Tonight, though, I seem to be aware of everything I’ve ever known . . . . It’s dark, double dark because of the mist that August steams from the Colorado. Yet I can see almost very place I’ve ever been . . . All...

Gun trouble! The herd thundered around the bend. Jim Hatfield’s keen eyes were trained on the trail ahead. Suddenly, he raised his voice to warn the others, but his words were quickly drowned out by a roar of gunfire. Smoke spurted from behind rocks and crags. Slugs hissed through the air....

The 1940s classic from the world's most celebrated Western writer! A gun cracked! The lantern in the deserted mine was smashed to bits. Then Jim Silver's great voice boomed through the darkness, "Barry Christian, I've come for you!" Christian screamed, not like a man but like...

In the penitentiary back East, there were four of us slated for parole. And we had plenty more on our minds than just freedom. We had a plan. If it worked, it would be the first time a successful heist had ever been pulled in this gambling town—a town where every cop had eyes in the...

Take a beautiful woman - no, take two or even three beautiful women, take some money, throw in a con man and a hustler or two, even a rich and respected publisher and a bank v.p. won’t hurt. Add people’s natural avariciousness, a couple of gruesome murders and sex-crimes, and mix well with Peter...

Skeleton Trail was lined with the corpses of countless peons, ranchers and lawmen who had died or vanished at the hands of Veck Sosna and his vicious Comancheros. Walt Slade found the trail and followed it into the dread Valley of Tears where Sosna and his killer gang holed up between the sudden,...

''Elevate! In the name of the state of Texas!'' The answer was a wild yell and the gleam of gun barrels in the moonlight. The Ranger’s hands flashed up and down. His first shot boomed before the outlaws could open fire. Then there was an explosion of noise and flame and smoke. The Ranger...

Beverly Crystal had a million-dollar idea and a circle of “friends” who would never force her to hunt around for enemies. The happy crew included: Danny the Dance: who waltzed his way through life like a man sliding down a banister made of razor-blades. Mickey Bokino: who...

She put her head on my shoulder. Her hand slid off my thigh and into my lap, paused. She kissed my ear, lingered there. ''And what are you afraid of?'' she whispered. ''Afraid you’ll stop,'' I said against the moist spread of her lips. ''I couldn’t,'' she answered, falling back on...

Manny Moon is back! (also published as Whistle Past the Graveyard)

Transgender insurance investigator Scotti House gets caught up in a kidnapping plot among the rich in the Hamptons.

When Jim Charters drank, he talked too much. He claimed he could get Pearl Mantinover out of the death house because he could prove she was innocent. Shooting off his mouth this time led Jim into the tightest spot of his life . . . The next morning he woke up with $10,000 in his hand and voluptuously...

Thrill Hunters Wildwood Acres was a civilized wilderness up-state, playground of crippled, uppercrust Frank Jennings - a man of untamed lust . . . of strange, untrammeled passions . . . of urges to hurt and kill anything and anybody defenseless enough. For his pleasure he collected not only helpless...