Harrison Gould, the dirty mayor of Joshville, is running for re-election, but he's more interested in running Slocum out of town. But when Slocum gets through with Gould's hardcase crew, the mayor's going to lose more than the election.

Slocum's got a wagon train going to Tucson—and it's worth its weight in gold! A two-bit outlaw is trying to rob Slocum of the gold he's guarding. But Slocum only has time for one thing—taking care of the pretty young Miss McCoy...

Slocum has a man's blood on his hands—and a contract on his life! Nothing riles up Slocum like a coward: So when some varmint outlaw tried to shoot an innocent boy, Slocum showed the bad hombre some six-gun justice. Now the fool's friends are full of whiskey and venom—and gunning for Slocum!

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Slocum finds a rose that isn't as sweet as she looks. Slocum isn't the type to walk from a lady in trouble. But when he has to fight a band of buffalo hunters, it seems defending this little Rose is going to be a thorny affair...

Slocum wakes up on the wrong side of the law... After going to bed with a beautiful woman—Slocum wakes up next to a corpse. Now there's a bounty on his head—and a gang of thieves hot on his trail!

One double-crossing gang wants to make Slocum dance… Slocum’s high-tailing it alone to Texas—in hopes that he’ll cross paths with the Double Crosser gang. But on a pit stop, the gunslinger sees a lynch mob chasing down some poor soul—and rescues him by the skin of his teeth. So now Slocum’s got himself a new traveling compadre who calls himself Dancer... When a fella saves someone from certain death, he expects some gratitude: a round of drinks, a steak dinner, even just a pat on the back. But even though Dancer’s grateful to Slocum, sentimentality still isn’t worth squat in the harsh Southwest—especially where money’s concerned. And when it comes time for Dancer to put his money where his mouth is, Slocum’s gotta watch his back—and keep an eye on one fair-weather amigo…

A man owes Slocum his life—and Slocum aims to collect. Joe Cash is fit to be lynched when Slocum first sees him. Unaware of the man’s name—let alone his nasty lack of character—Slocum takes pity, and saves his neck. Getting them both mixed up in a ranch war, Cash turns from bad to evil. Switching sides for profit, he sends a young ranch hand to do Slocum in—only to turn tail when the scheme doesn’t work. Now Slocum’s on his trail—about to undo the mistake of saving Cash’s life…

Slocum’s on the trail of a different kind of quarry—a wayward husband. After road agents stole the supply wagon train Slocum was riding shotgun on, he tracks the gang to the booming mining town of Orofino, Idaho. There, he makes the acquaintance of Jane Carson, a bartender whose ability at stirring drinks pales in comparison to her ability to stir the fire in men’s souls. Jane wouldn’t be tending bar if it hadn’t been for the husband who abandoned her. She trailed him to Orofino, and now needs Slocum’s help in finding out whether he’s dead or alive. But when the road agents attempt to kill both of them, Slocum suspects Jane knows more than she’s telling about this gang…

Slocum’s on the run from the law…and gunning for revenge! Slocum knows it’s a terrible plan, but Conchita was more than persuasive. Against his better judgment, he agrees to get himself sent to San Quentin under false pretenses, find her brother José, and help him escape. It’s more trouble than any man should volunteer for…and it’s only the beginning. After the breakout, Conchita and José seem closer than brother and sister ought to be—and they leave Slocum framed for yet another crime he did not commit. With both the law and a posse from San Quentin on his back, he goes after the underhanded pair—and there’s no escape from Slocum!