โ Scribed by Chester H. Cable
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
๐ SIMILAR VOLUMES
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.
They said in Texas that Tom Buchanan ate wildcat for breakfast and that he was slow to anger--like a rattler dozing in the desert sun. But now every saloon and dance hall had heard the news: Buchanan was cleaning his guns. The genial giant of a man had sworn to kill the outlaws who had shot his be
"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 ha
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.