Any man would fear her—but Longarm isn’t just any man. She stands six-foot-six, and usually over the body of someone who got in her way. She goes by the name Increase Younger, and she’s willing to do anything to see that Deputy Marshal Custis Long meets his maker. Anything. But Longarm’s gotten death threats from more outlaws than anyone cares to remember, and not a single one was meaner, smarter, or faster than the law man himself. Then again, it only takes one.

The desert sun, two smoldering sisters, and a criminal packing heat sure can burn a fella! For years, a certain sleazy customs officer by the name Braddock has been turning a pretty penny on the Mexican border. Not by doing right by Uncle Sam, but by taking bribes. And his clients always make good on their bribes—or end up floating face down in the Rio Grande. Deputy Marshal Custis Long knows it’ll be a long shot tracking this weasel to his den, for the border’s long and the river, wide. But along his haphazard path, Longarm finds some luck. A bewitching mistress of the black arts bodes him strength. And he comes across some hombres only too willing to help find Braddock, his ruthless pard, Harrigan, and his horse-thievin’ posse of cutthroats. The patron of el rancho Sisters of Fire, for one, would like to see the lot of them hang for kidnapping his sister. And even though the owlhoots keep slipping through his fingers, Longarm won’t rest until they’re slumbering in a permanent siesta…

A simple case of self-defense turns Clint Adams into a wanted man. Peace-loving Waylon City would rather hang a man than waste time on a trial. That means the Gunsmith is on the run until he clears his name--or taking a long drop from a short rope. Original.

Any man would fear her—but Longarm isn’t just any man. She stands six-foot-six, and usually over the body of someone who got in her way. She goes by the name Increase Younger, and she’s willing to do anything to see that Deputy Marshal Custis Long meets his maker. Anything. But Longarm’s gotten death threats from more outlaws than anyone cares to remember, and not a single one was meaner, smarter, or faster than the law man himself. Then again, it only takes one.

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 wrangles with some cattle rustlers in the heat of the desert! A pack of rustlers have made a recent habit of holding up trains coming through Rampart Valley and raiding their cattle shipments. And they’ve managed to confound everybody in the district by leaving behind not a single trace—of themselves or the stolen cows. Now it’s up to Longarm to ride into the Llano Caliente—the hottest, deadliest desert around—and figure out how a gang of thieves and the beef they stole have managed to vanish into thin air. The sooner he tracks ’em down the better—especially as he’s got a very pretty tomboy who promises to make his coming back in one piece worth his while.

Longarm sends Paradise straight to hell! Marshal Monty Kilpatrick was nobody’s fool. That’s why his killers had to take him by surprise. But with a bullet in his belly, Monty knew just how to right the last wrongs of his life—he wrote a letter to his good friend Marshal Custis Long, the one they call Longarm. Now Longarm is out to avenge his good friend’s murder and set things right with the man’s family—and he doesn’t care what trail he’ll have to ride, man he’ll have to face, or girl he’ll have to charm to get the job done.

To catch these cons, Longarm will have to play by their rules. Rumor has it that Deputy Marshal Custis Long is now riding on the other side of the law—swindling ranchers and taking bribes, just as cool as you please. But if folks’d only look closer, they’d notice the fake moustache and counterfeit badge—and recognize the conman behind them… A motley crew of thieves, gamblers, and ladies of the night has just arrived in Ogallala, looking to relieve the local bank of its contents. But their plan—to have one of their men impersonate the lawman known as Longarm—has a fatal flaw. The owlhoots never counted on running smack into Longarm himself…

When a pack of thieves spares the life of a friend of Clint Adams they mean to send a message to the Gunsmith: don't expect to mosey into their hometown and make it out alive. Original.