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Once he was a young, happily married businessman. Then he lost his wife to human madness and that young man was gone, replaced by the Loner, the wandering son of legendary gunfighter Frank Morgan and the current occupant of a cell in Hell Gate prison. The Loner’s crime? He looked too much like an outlaw who escaped from this very prison. So the Kid teams up with a fellow inmate with an escape plan, vowing to hunt down a look-alike killer on the loose.

In Hangtree, Texas, any day could be your last. For on the heels of the Civil War, Hangtree is drawing gamblers, fast women and faster gunmen. Amidst the brawls and shooting, the land-grabbing and card-sharking, two men barely hold the boomtown together: Yankee Sam Heller and Texan Johnny Cross. Heller and Cross can’t stand the sight of each other. And Hangtree needs them more than ever. A Comanche named Red Hand leads a horde of warriors on a horrific path of bloodshed and destruction, with Hangtree sitting right in Red Hand’s path.

On the trail to Hangtree, a gang of bandits give chase to a teenage gunslinger. Young Bill is bracing for the end when the crack of a Winchester scatters the bandits. Sam Heller, Hangtree lawman, has saved another life. And Bill will beg Heller to save one more.... Bill rode in from East Texas, where Cullen Baker, the original quick-draw artist, fights a life-and-death battle with a corrupt robber baron for control of the Torrent River. Bill came seeking help from Cullen’s old pal, Johnny Cross, who agrees to ride east to lend a bullet or two.

My name is Henry Hollis, if you didn’t already know that. Maybe this little message in a bottle won’t get read by anyone for 50 or 100 years, or ever, but I’ve got a few things to get off my chest, starting with a growing dislike for certain citizens of the new German Reich. They call themselves Nazis and grin when they say it like the word is the new and improved term for sunshine or roses. There’s also a certain ruby-red alien from a distant planet who’s made a real hash of my life for the last few weeks. Then there’s the small matter of a man by the name of Frank Moffer.

Madrid. Año 1940. El paso de la guerra ha dejado la capital en un estado desolador. Aunque ya se trabaja en reconstruir los desperfectos, hay asuntos más importantes que hacen que la supervivencia sea todo un reto. El hambre, las enfermedades, el miedo y la represión campan a sus anchas sin que nadie pueda hacer nada. En medio de todo esto, Juan, un joven republicano se ve obligado a emigrar allí. Atrás deja un oscuro secreto que podría traerle la peor de las desgracias tanto a él como a su familia.