He was just a no-account cowhand. Then they pinned a tin star on his chest and he was the law. They swore him in quicker than lightning and didn't expect him to live long enough to pocket his first pay. After all, what chance did a green-as-grass cowpoke have against the killer they called Tularosa? But now Frank Carrico was gunned for justice. And he was going to clean up South Fork with bullets and fists. Because the young lawman was crazy enough to try ... and good enough to succeed!  

He was in a tight spot. He knew he couldn't stand off the Law and Breen, too. The Law was after him for the murder of a marshal - a murder he didn't commit. Breen was after him for revenge - and Breen wouldn't stop at anything ... blackmail, a frame-up ... or murder. He was desperate now and vowed to find a way out - or make one.  

"Did you get the gun?" Reno demanded. The girl shook her head. He snarled and flung the empty bottle against the cabin wall. Linda stood without moving, her soft mouth parted, her dark eyes fixed on his, the color rising in her face. She seemed to be touched with a tawny glow. Reno stared at her in amazement, and the fires of an awakened hunger swept over him. He reached for her and as their lips met she uttered a strange little cry-half sob, half animal whimper. Then suddenly she pushed him away. "You area a 'bad lot.'" Reno grinned. "I was never anything else. Now. Go get me that gun!" "And if I don't?" He gazed at her, his eyes mocking. "You will," he assured her softly. "You will."

Driven off his ranch by a horde of hard-riding renegades, Grete Farraday would stop at nothing to get revenge. But he'd need help. That was where Sary Hollis came in. For a share of his spread, she'd lend him the use of her guns and men, low-down sidewinders all. Farraday didn't cotton to being partners with a woman . . . but he'd join up with the devil himself if it would get his land back.

Out of a Union prisoner-of-war camp, Rafe had worked his way West and found his family again, all of them working one of the best horse ranches in the Arizona territory. But he soon found out there was a rotten deal afoot to swindle his folks out of their home--and that the ramrod, Spangler, was in it up to his hatbrim.Spangler was a tough man to come up against. Rafe found that out the hard way after being ambushed, beaten-up and left to die. But the tide was turned the day Rafe got his split-second's edge.