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<title>Sudden At Bay</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden_at_bay.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden_at_bay_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Sudden At Bay" alt ="Sudden At Bay"/></a><br//>2nd in the Sudden series by Frederick H Christian. The Cotton boys owned the town. Nothing moved in or out without their say– so. Drifters weren't encouraged. Move on, they were told. There's a lot of lead in the air. All except one moved on. He was a dark- haired stranger who gave the name Green, and asked about two men he was looking for. When the Cottons tried to gun down an unarmed kid, he took a hand. The Cotton boys decided to make an example of him to the rest of the town. They didn't know they were taking on legendary gunfighter: Sudden.]]></description>
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<title>Sudden Dead or Alive</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden_dead_or_alive.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden_dead_or_alive_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Sudden Dead or Alive" alt ="Sudden Dead or Alive"/></a><br//>The Cullanes owned San Jaime &#8212; body and soul. They always had. In San Jaime what the Cullanes said was law, and God help the man who crossed them. So when the capable-looking drifter rode into town and tossed the rulebook out of the window, most of the townspeople ran for cover. But this time Cullane men died and San Jaime was no longer in bondage. How long this freedom would last was another question - for up in the mountains Old Man Cullane bellowed his order at his cutthroat crew . . . Bring him in . . . Bring me Sudden - dead or alive!]]></description>
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<title>Sudden Apache Fighter</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden_apache_fighter.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden_apache_fighter_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Sudden Apache Fighter" alt ="Sudden Apache Fighter"/></a><br//>The brainchild of Amazon Kindle Number One bestselling western writers Mike Stotter and Ben Bridges, PICCADILLY PUBLISHING is dedicated to reissuing classic series fiction from the Yesterday and Today!SUDDEN – APACHE FIGHTERThere was a reward of five thousand dollars for the man who could bring Barbara Davis out of Apacheria alive. Every outlaw, gunman, and scalphunter in the south-west had drifted in to Tucson, then out into Apache country, lured by the dream of easy gold. The Apaches killed some of them slowly and horribly; but still they came. Governor Bleke knew unless the girl was brought out soon, he would have a full-scale Indian war on his hands. He sent for the one man who might be able to do it. A tall, slow-drawling man who wore his six-guns tied low and looked as if he knew how to use them. A Texas outlaw on the run: SUDDEN!ABOUT THE AUTHORFrederick Nolan, a.k.a. 'Frederick H. Christian', was born in Liverpool, England and was educated there and at Aberaeron in Wales....]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 18 Nov 2013 14:40:21 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Sudden--Strikes Back (A Sudden Western #1)</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden-strikes_back_a_sudden_western_1.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden-strikes_back_a_sudden_western_1_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Sudden--Strikes Back (A Sudden Western #1)" alt ="Sudden--Strikes Back (A Sudden Western #1)"/></a><br//>Stay off the Slash 8 range — or stay on it — permanent!'When Jim Green signed on as foreman of the Slash 8, the smell of range war was already in the air. Then the Slash 8's owner was bushwacked, and with its back to the wall, Green's fighting crew made its declaration; Stay off the Slash 8 range — or stay on it — permanent!Green knew that when a showdown came it would come with blazing guns. He was ready for that. What his embattled riders didn't know was that down in Texas he was known by another name — Sudden.(A Sudden Western)]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2003 22:00:30 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Trap Angel (Frank Angel Western #3)</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/trap_angel_frank_angel_western_3.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/trap_angel_frank_angel_western_3_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Trap Angel (Frank Angel Western #3)" alt ="Trap Angel (Frank Angel Western #3)"/></a><br//>The renegades had hit three Army posts. All they took were guns and ammunition: until the last raid. That time they got away with a Gatling gun. Now, somewhere out there, was a gang with enough firepower to take on the United States Army. Find them, the Justice Department told Angel. And stop them.What they didn't know was that out of the empty, lawless land, every trigger-happy gunslick in the territory had been given the word: when you see him coming, trap Angel. And kill him.Third in the Frank Angel series written by the author of the popular Sudden western series.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 1998 22:00:32 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Hunt Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #5)</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/hunt_angel_a_frank_angel_western_5.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/hunt_angel_a_frank_angel_western_5_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Hunt Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #5)" alt ="Hunt Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #5)"/></a><br//>Frank Angel returns in his 5th adventure. When Frank Angel arrived in Madison, the town was abuzz with the news of Marshal Sheridan's arrest of Burt Hugess, with everyone agreeing that Sheridan was in for a rough ride in bringing him to justice. Angel wanted no part in the impending dangers, but when the Department of Justice ordered him not to leave town he knew he was already involved. With Larry Hugess locking the town up tight to stop word getting out to the US Marshal, Angel would have to team up with Sheridan. And that meant nothing but bad news for the outlaw.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2015 22:00:30 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Sudden Troubleshooter</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden_troubleshooter.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden_troubleshooter_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Sudden Troubleshooter" alt ="Sudden Troubleshooter"/></a><br//>Lafe Gunnison had passed the word to the homesteaders—quit stealing cattle or take the consequences! Up in the Mesquites, the nesters reacted the only way they knew: they told Gunnison he was a liar and if he showed up in their neck of the woods he'd wind up with a tombstone over his head.It was trouble—big trouble—all it needed was one small spark to start a war to the death. Only one man could stop it. One man—backed by his courage and the guns he wore. A man with a past, scouring the West for two killers—a man called—Sudden.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 1993 14:40:21 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Sudden--At Bay (A Sudden Western #2)</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden-at_bay_a_sudden_western_2.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden-at_bay_a_sudden_western_2_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Sudden--At Bay (A Sudden Western #2)" alt ="Sudden--At Bay (A Sudden Western #2)"/></a><br//>2nd in the Sudden series by Frederick H Christian. The Cotton boys owned the town. Nothing moved in or out without their say– so. Drifters weren't encouraged. Move on, they were told. There's a lot of lead in the air. All except one moved on. He was a dark- haired stranger who gave the name Green, and asked about two men he was looking for. When the Cottons tried to gun down an unarmed kid, he took a hand. The Cotton boys decided to make an example of him to the rest of the town. They didn't know they were taking on legendary gunfighter: Sudden.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 22:00:31 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Hang Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #4)</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/hang_angel_a_frank_angel_western_4.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/hang_angel_a_frank_angel_western_4_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Hang Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #4)" alt ="Hang Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #4)"/></a><br//>Frank Angel had walked right into a whipsawing, in spite of all his Justice Department training. But he just couldn't sit in the Silver King and watch while the town marshal cold-cocked a defenseless kid. So Angel shot the gun out of the marshal's hand. And as a result, he had to face the wildest, hottest gun battle of his career, an exploding, firebombed jail in a town that had been run too long by greed and ruled by terror; a town where law and order were ridiculed, and justice was just a rumor.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2000 22:00:31 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Kill Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #6)</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/kill_angel_a_frank_angel_western_6.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/kill_angel_a_frank_angel_western_6_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Kill Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #6)" alt ="Kill Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #6)"/></a><br//>Frank Angel is back!The Department of Justice wanted Yancey Blantine badly! The killer and his renegade crew had wiped out a town and slaughtered everyone in it, before running for the shelter of Mexico. The Attorney-General gave the order to follow Blantine's trail and bring him in alive. He knew one man who could do it — Frank Angel — but he also knew what trouble Angel would face. Meanwhile, through the wild and empty land, the Blantines put out the word ... kill Angel!]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 16 Nov 2002 22:00:33 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Send Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #2)</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/send_angel_a_frank_angel_western_2.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/send_angel_a_frank_angel_western_2_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Send Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #2)" alt ="Send Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #2)"/></a><br//>The town was locked up tight. Hired killers made it unhealthy to ask questions and most people rode clear of Daranga. But three Justice Department men had died violently in the Rio Blanco country and the attorney general wanted the men responsible.He had a sure-fire way of cleaning out cesspools like Daranga – send Frank Angel. Here was a gun artist who was swift, deadly and merciless. If anyone could bring law and order to the town, it was Angel.]]></description>
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<title>Sudden--Troubleshooter (A Sudden Western) #5</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden-troubleshooter_a_sudden_western_5.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/sudden-troubleshooter_a_sudden_western_5_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Sudden--Troubleshooter (A Sudden Western) #5" alt ="Sudden--Troubleshooter (A Sudden Western) #5"/></a><br//>Lafe Gunnison had passed the word to the homesteaders—quit stealing cattle or take the consequences! Up in the Mesquites, the nesters reacted the only way they knew: they told Gunnison he was a liar and if he showed up in their neck of the woods he'd wind up with a tombstone over his head.It was trouble—big trouble—all it needed was one small spark to start a war to the death. Only one man could stop it. One man—backed by his courage and the guns he wore. A man with a past, scouring the West for two killers—a man called—Sudden.]]></description>
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<title>Frame Angel! (A Frank Angel Western) #7</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/frame_angel_a_frank_angel_western_7.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/frame_angel_a_frank_angel_western_7_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Frame Angel! (A Frank Angel Western) #7" alt ="Frame Angel! (A Frank Angel Western) #7"/></a><br//>The big man knew that with no one left who could connect him with the train robbery, he was almost clear. No one, that is, except Frank Angel, special investigator for the US Justice Department. And Hainin realized that there was no stopping the lawman's pursuit. He might get away clear with the money, but Angel would never quit looking for him . . . never forget. It was a pity. But if Hainin was to ever know peace, Angel had to die!]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2000 08:09:00 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Find Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #1)</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/find_angel_a_frank_angel_western_1.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/frederick-h-christian/find_angel_a_frank_angel_western_1_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Find Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #1)" alt ="Find Angel! (A Frank Angel Western #1)"/></a><br//>Swift, deadly and merciless were the raiders who hit the Kansas ranch and when they rode out they left behind two men dead and a woman who wouldn't make it through the night. With a stolen Army payroll in their saddlebags they ran for the border and although they covered their back-trail well, someone was on it. He was a man with a gun, determined to hunt every one of them down. His name was Angel and the name of his game was sudden death.And so the Justice Department put their best man into the field with one simple instruction. Before he kills every one of them &#8211; find Angel!]]></description>
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