The lady from Tombstone seemed like a bit of a troublemaker--but how could Longarm turn down such a pretty client? Her name was Lorena Webber, and she wanted Longarm to sniff out the dirt on a love-'em-and-leave-'em con man. Longarm suspected the lady was lying--and soon enough, she was. Lying six feet under...

Longarm’s looking to lasso a felonious female… Custis T. Long’s a sucker for a pretty gal, but he’s never let that cloud his judgment—until now. When Miss Alvina Lockwood came along and begged him to bail her “innocent” brother out of a horse-stealing charge, he checked up on her story—though maybe not as closely as he would have if she weren’t such a tempting tidbit. But when a sting operation set up to capture the real thieves goes awry, Longarm’s left wondering about Alvina—and her possible connections to a bandit known only as Kansas City Red. It seems Red is a fiery—and clever—little filly who’s got people on both sides of the law chasing their tails. But Longarm learns from his mistakes, and he won’t get fooled again. After all, there are plenty of pretty ladies in the West, but a man can’t sow his oats when he’s planted six feet under…

Longarm’s got his eyes on justice, and his hands on the Defense! As a US Deputy Marshal, Custis Long has gone after more than his fare share of trouble. But when trouble runs right into him—wearing a blood-stained night gown no less—he knows he’ll be in for quite a ride. It seems the wealthy silver mine owner Jericho Malone has just been stabbed to death in his own home, and his blood is on the night gown of his young, attractive second wife Estelle. Malone’s daughter always suspected that Estelle would sink to any level to get at their father’s money, and there’s an eye witness who swears he found her lying on the body, clutching the impaled knife in her hands. So when her defense lawyer up and collapses on the court room floor, it looks like then end of the line for Mrs. Malone. But with Longarm’s particular talent for persuading the fairer sex, Mrs. Malone has another lawyer in no time—a real fine darling of defense—and Longarm is there to make sure justice is served.

Some dirty diaries give Longarm clues to a killer! When two spinsters inherit a former whorehouse—and stumble on the incriminating journals of the scarlet woman who once ran the place--it's up to Longarm to fend off danger and keep these very loving gals happy.

If Slocum doesn’t skidaddle, he’ll be horsemeat! If his Appaloosa hadn’t twisted its ankle on the way to Springfield, Missouri, Slocum might never have looked into buying a new horse there. He might also have missed meeting two of the prettiest cowhands ever to walk on God’s green earth. And now, he might not be running for his life… In Springfield, a man looking to buy a horse has two choices: he can go see the Tolliver brothers’ costly horses, or he can look at Linda Collins’s cheaper ones—and risk getting pumped full of lead by the Tollivers’ hired hands. So when Slocum, a stranger to the town and its rules, shows up on the wrong side of the fence, he’ll have to use his horse sense to protect the very grateful Collins sisters, not to mention stay alive himself…

Longarm tangles with some bad Samaritans when he goes undercover! Longarm goes undercover to lead a group of Christian Cherokee down Mexico way in search of some missionaries rumored to be stranded there. He reckons it won’t be easy, what with nosy Texas Rangers, banditos, and the Mexican police on his trail. But with a comely assortment of church ladies along for the ride, this adventure could turn out to be a religious experience…

Longarm plays rough with a rancher from Reno! Rutherford Peacock has it all, looks, brains, money—and a history no one seems to know about. He’s about to become the new town Marshal of Reno, Nevada, and it’s up to him and Longarm to find out who murdered the last one. But with one eye on Peacock and another out for a killer, Longarm still finds time for an old flame. Of all the women he’s known, he never forgot the rancher’s daughter from Reno. He might just fall for the beauty—if he doesn’t have to cuff her, that is.

Longarm’s looking for guns in all the wrong places! Longarm is assigned to recover a cache of Army rifles stolen out of Texas and smuggled across the border into Mexico. A wild bandit named Mendoza and a faction of insurgents known as Los Ninos de Libertad—The Children of Liberty—are the most likely suspects—but which one is the guilty party? Before he can even begin to investigate, the U.S. Deputy Marshal finds himself caught in a crossfire between an uncooperative Texas Ranger, a hotheaded ranch hand, and a sultry schoolmarm hiding more than her virtue. Longarm has no choice but to sneak into Mexico—where he has no jurisdiction—and find the missing weapons without starting a shootin’ war…

Longarm longs to send this posse a-packin’! Everybody in Denver remembers the ruthless massacre at a local bank ’round five years back, but not a living soul has seen hide nor hair of the posse since. The murderers scooted out of town with a good passel of loot—and their identities unknown. But when one of them, at death’s door, decides to come clean before the Lord and the law, deputy marshal Long uses his leads—and vows to avenge the murder of the innocents. With some dirt on his targets gathered from a lonely, young landlady—who’ll only give away one secret per night of low-down lovin’—Longarm thinks he can sniff out their track. But to do this, he’ll have to uncover a trail hidden under five years’ worth of dust…

A kidnapped woman has Slocum crossing the border into a lawless land. Slocum's got a thirst for whiskey—and justice—as he takes up a search for a saloon matron's kidnapped sister. He's armed with money to pay for the captive, but something tells him that cold cash may have to be backed up by hot lead.