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<title>Maverick Marshall</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/nelson-nye/maverick_marshall.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/nelson-nye/maverick_marshall_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Maverick Marshall" alt ="Maverick Marshall"/></a><br//><div>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!  </div>]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 1977 07:03:31 +0300</pubDate>
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<title>Desert of the Damned</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/nelson-nye/desert_of_the_damned.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/nelson-nye/desert_of_the_damned_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Desert of the Damned" alt ="Desert of the Damned"/></a><br//><div>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.  </div>]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 1977 04:23:49 +0300</pubDate>
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<title>The Red Sombrero</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 1982 12:35:57 +0300</pubDate>
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<title>The Overlanders</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 1977 12:35:56 +0300</pubDate>
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<title>Rafe</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2001 12:35:56 +0200</pubDate>
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