"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 ...

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...

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.

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 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.

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...

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.

"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...

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...

"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 ...

The armed deputy prodded Buchanan out of the cell. 'We're taking care of scudders like you who try to buck the law. We're putting you on trial. A judge, a jury, the whole shebang.'And the whole shebang was a frame-up. The self-appointed judge was a madman, part-time sadistic sheriff and part-time lunatic preacher. And the jury he'd appointed was made up of doddering old men either too drunk or too deaf to hear the 'evidence.''You know what the jury's going to do to you?' the ...