"There's a little town thirty miles from here called Scottsville," Major Jones told him. "Your first job as a Texas Ranger will be to stop a war there."Even before Major Jones finished giving him his orders, Buchanan knew he would find Scottsville to be hostile territory. Two cattle barons, who happened to be quick-drawing women, had torn the town apart in a duel that had already cost several lives.Now Buchanan was expected to stop the war, and he knew that he couldn't do t...

An army of hired killers, in the pay of Don Porado, were trying to take over the land, murdering and stealing from anyone who refused to be bought. They had damn' near killed Tom Buchanan's godson, Billy, and threatened to destroy his home and cattle. Now Buchanan was all that stood between Porado and his murderous dream of glory ...

When Buchanan grubstaked Mousetrap Mulligan he never thought he'd see his money again. He never thought the old man would hit paydirt. But he did—and that was bad news for Buchanan. Because a lonely old desert rat with a hidden cache of nuggets and a drunkard's bragging habits was likely to end up very dead ... very suddenly.

Malvaise narrowed his eyes. "So you think you're the man to take on the job of getting rid of me and the boys?" he said. "I never saw a fast gun yet that didn't meet up with a faster one.""Amen, brother," Buchanan agreed.And although Malvaise didn't know it, he was just about to get the chance to see what he was talking about. Buchanan wasn't aiming to buck nobody, but when the iron started to point in his direction, it was usually his lead that zeroed home the fastest. Which...

Bella was quite a town, a free-wheeling, lusty young hell, the kind of town Tom Buchanan pleasured in. But then it turned ugly and made the mistake of angering Buchanan—and when the smoke cleared away there was nothing much left but wholesale mourning.

He was a tall son—taller than most men by a head, with a look of wildness in his battered, tough face.He was Tom Buchanan out of West Texas, who fought with joy and loved with gusto—who many times had gone to meet death without pause and with great good nature.This time he took on the whole of Agry County and the violent bandit clan that ran it. It was no fight of his—but a girl had been violated and a family's honor tarnished.So Buchanan settled his gunbelt and flexed...

He stepped back and gazed at the tall, smiling man with wonderment. He had just seen him lick the most deadly gunslinger in the West with his bare lists."Where'd you come from?" he asked admiringly."No place in particular," Buchanan said."Is that a fact? And where you bound?""Same place." Buchanan laughed."You must like it there," the little rancher said."I like it best wherever I am," Buchanan replied gently.

The killers had taken over the town, lock, stock, and barrel—and they weren't going to leave until there was nothing left to loot.They had the bank and the saloon and the sheriff's office and the poker game. And you had to like it or you ended up dead.But Buchanan didn't like it.

"I just seen a man whup our entire police force. Tooken their guns away and just plain whupped 'em."That man was Buchanan. He wasn't looking for trouble. It came to him. When the crooked Dodge City deputies tried to push him around, he just naturally resented it. His way.Right from the beginning, Buchanan was unhappy about the trip to Dodge. But his friend, the fighter Coco Bean, was after a big match there. It was a chance for him to win big.What Buchanan didn't know ...

It was hot enough to burn rawhide, and lizards were frying on flat rocks. It was, Buchanan decided, just about two degrees fiercer than hell, and if he could keep going for another half an hour he'd allow himself a drink from his canteen.He was in a mood for comfort, so naturally he got trouble.He came on the troop of cavalry conducting an army prison wagon, and in the wagon he discovered his old friend, the Apache chief, Sentos, with three of his braves. It was well over a h...

"Buchanan, we all know about that little gun in your belt buckle. Put your hands behind your head."The crowd had come to see Buchanan's buddy, Coco Bean, fight in the ring. The Cutler gang, however, wasn't interested in the odds, only the take, which they planned to steal. About the only thing standing between the Cutlers and all that money was Buchanan. And what they wanted almost as much as the money was to see Buchanan dead. So they baited the trap with his lusty lady friend, Mad...

When hard-traveling Tom Buchanan and his two-fisted saddle partner, Coco Bean, rode into El Paso, flush with the winnings from Coco's last prize fight, they found Ebenezar Shaw, an old friend and proprietor of the Grace Stage Line, in some mean trouble with a greedy big businessman and his hired desperadoes.Buchanan and Coco used their loot to keep Ebenezar's stage line from being grabbed up. Before long, however, Buchanan found himself high in the driver's seat of a hurtling stagec...