Barlow becomes a protector to an imperiled Indian band in the fourth Wild Gun novel.

MAN OR MONSTER? The sheriff of Effingham, Missouri, needs Clint Adams' help to catch what is either a brutal killer or a wild animal. After seeing the corpse, Clint can't imagine who--or what--could have so savagely mutilated the victim. But Romanian immigrant Frederick Talbot knows, and it is his responsibility to hunt down and destroy this predator. For Talbot claims to be a vampire and werewolf hunter, and he believes one of these creatures followed him to America from the old country. The Gunsmith doesn't believe in superstitions, but he'll team up with Talbot and pack silver bullets instead of lead if it means bringing a murderer--whether badman or beast--to justice... OVER 15 MILLION GUNSMITH BOOKS IN PRINT!

When ranchers have a problem with horse thieves or claim jumpers, they send for the Wild Gun—Cordwainer “Cord” Wild. A loner seldom seen in town, Cord always tries to apprehend his charges peaceably, but more often than not he is forced to bring them in boots first… When Cord tracks down a pair of horse thieves and kills them in self-defense, he finds himself facing down a powerful enemy from his past. The two men worked for Horace Weatherall, an outlaw closely tied to the murder of Cord’s father. And after seeing the bodies of his men, Horace is determined to see Cord go the same way.

When five savages deserve cold-blooded justice, all it takes is one man to deliver it... Custis Long’s about to get hitched to an upstanding lady who’s got a fine young son. With this ready-made family he’s looking to settle down as a Colorado cattle rancher. Too good to last? You bet. She just ate lead during a robbery gone bad. Now he’s really looking to tie the knot—around the chicken necks of the cutthroats who blew away his beautiful bride-to-be. This time Longarm is a one-man execution squad. Crazy with vengeance he’s following two rules of the hunt: track them and kill them.

There’s too many itchy trigger fingers in Harleyville—and only one Slocum… Harleyville may be a little town—but there’s a big-time range war brewing and more trigger-happy cowhands than you can shake a stick at. With bodies piling up, either side could use an experienced gunslinger. Slocum figures it’s someone else’s problem—but he winds up right in the middle of it anyway… When things turn ugly Slocum takes a side—but he’s not the only gunslinger in town. Aaron “One Shot” Parsons rode into Harleyville willing to slap leather for whoever pays him. He may be the best shooter in the West—but he’ll have a hell of a time drawing a bead on Slocum…

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Can a down-on-her-luck princess really have it all? A whisper away from thirty, gorgeous Tess Hamilton has been the tennis world’s top titleholder and celebrity since she won her first championship at fifteen. Now the headline-making party girl is getting her first taste of mortality–thanks to new teenage phenom Gabrielle Fontaine. But it’s Gaby’s cool, calm, and all-too-collected brother and manager, Max, who really has Tess seeing double. He’s the first man she can’t seem to seduce–or intimidate. It appears Tess is truly off her game, until a real-life, modern-day fairy godmother steps in.… Aurora Favreaux, a founder of Glass Slipper, Inc., and an old family friend, has a plan to get Tess back on her stilettos, and it includes an unlikely meeting between Tess, Max, and Gaby at Glass Slipper’s new London headquarters–just in time for Wimbledon. It seems that Tess is going to hit the courts in a whole new way, to prove to the world–and herself–that a woman with the heart of a champion can ace life and love–even after the big 3-0.…

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…