Pat Campbell is back -- the big man, six-foot six to be exact, with the big heart -- in a story brimming with action and suspense... Clients were more than paying customers to Pat Campbell. they were friends -- whose problems remained his problems even after they themselves ceased to care... Wark Andross -- for one -- was certainly beyond earthly cares now. Wark was a man whom people loved without regard for his millions. It was entirely fitting, therefore, that the press should memorialize his untimely death as "Unfortunate! Regrettable! Deplorable!" And it was natural for the police -- circumstances being what they were -- to tag the case as just another unfortunate accident. But Pat Campbell was dissatisfied with the tearful condolences on the one hand and the routine judgments on the other. To his mind, there were too many questions about Wark's death still unanswered; too many evasions and conflicting reports. Somehow it didn't seem reasonable that a man in the prime of his life, in full posession of his faculties would... And for murder, eight million dollars could prove a powerful incentive! So Pat went to work. And soon he found himself locked in a struggle to the finish with a desparate -- but resourceful -- murderer.
FEUD RAGED LIKE WILDFIRE -- An old feud, a blood feud -- and out of Great Lost Valley rode Gage Gardin to corner one of Louis Peele's gunhawks m the lonely desert. Meanwhile, Peele raided the Circle Crossbar -- ruthlessly killing Gage's horses, gunning his best men, stealing his sweetheart, Mary Silver... Gage hit the backtrail with flaring six-shooters, gunfight following gunfight as he blasted through the leadslingers between himself and Peele. Gage meant to shoot his way into a final showdown -- but could he shoot his way out aqain?
Canyon Center, Oregon, a ghost town from the old mining days, had its legends. One of them was about Lost Cabin Mine. A miner had built a cabin in the center of the canyon bed, panning feverishly for gold. He hit the jackpot, returned to town for provisions, and headed back to his mine. The story says that the young man then couldn't find his way back to his mine -- and neither could anyone else. That was the year that Pegleg Miller went into the hills and never came back. The other was the story of Butcher Krantz, a deadly menace to anyone who crossed his path. Entire populations were steeped in fear at the mere mention of his name -- and his reputation was well deserved. The only man who wasn't afraid of Butcher Krantz was Crook Alvord. He had come to Canyon Center at about the same time the Butcher seemed to have disappeared. People thought Crook wasn't afraid of anything, but they were wrong. He feared one man -- his own brother. In Canyon Center, three killers will meet . . .
Frozen-face Field and Reid Kindale were partners once, riding the range side by side. Now they're sworn enemies playing a dangerous game of chase. Kindale is chief of a band of outlaws and Field is the county sheriff hunting them down. Kindale's son, Monvoo, has been raised among the outlaws and sets on a crusade to discover the mystery between Field and his father.
FEUD RAGED LIKE WILDFIRE -- An old feud, a blood feud -- and out of Great Lost Valley rode Gage Gardin to corner one of Louis Peele's gunhawks m the lonely desert. Meanwhile, Peele raided the Circle Crossbar -- ruthlessly killing Gage's horses, gunning his best men, stealing his sweetheart, Mary Silver... Gage hit the backtrail with flaring six-shooters, gunfight following gunfight as he blasted through the leadslingers between himself and Peele. Gage meant to shoot his way into a final showdown -- but could he shoot his way out aqain?
Pat Campbell is back -- the big man, six-foot six to be exact, with the big heart -- in a story brimming with action and suspense... Clients were more than paying customers to Pat Campbell. they were friends -- whose problems remained his problems even after they themselves ceased to care... Wark Andross -- for one -- was certainly beyond earthly cares now. Wark was a man whom people loved without regard for his millions. It was entirely fitting, therefore, that the press should memorialize his untimely death as "Unfortunate! Regrettable! Deplorable!" And it was natural for the police -- circumstances being what they were -- to tag the case as just another unfortunate accident. But Pat Campbell was dissatisfied with the tearful condolences on the one hand and the routine judgments on the other. To his mind, there were too many questions about Wark's death still unanswered; too many evasions and conflicting reports. Somehow it didn't seem reasonable that a man in the prime of his life, in full posession of his faculties would... And for murder, eight million dollars could prove a powerful incentive! So Pat went to work. And soon he found himself locked in a struggle to the finish with a desparate -- but resourceful -- murderer.
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