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Ben knows that if he’s going to make it as a starship captain, something’s got to give. After another unexpected run-in with Mr. Keep, he’s ready to accept that he can’t avoid his fate forever. But the first step is a doozie, and he isn’t exactly starting out on the best footing. He has more to lose than his starship or his life. A lot more. Buying the starship was business. This is personal.

Ben never thought owning a starship would be easy. He didn’t expect it to be quite like this. It was one thing to take a job as a smuggler to pay for basic necessities like maintenance, fuel, and food. Another to have one of the most powerful nobles in the galaxy gunning for him at every turn. But when Keep turns up unexpectedly with a new offer that’s even wilder than the last, will it put him on the path toward his true destiny? Or is it just another con?

On an Earth decimated by war, a lone gunslinger delivers justice, protecting the innocent and righting the wrongs of a broken world. Some call him lawman. Some call him madman. Some call him vigilante. Some call him killer. Some call him legend.

On an Earth decimated by war, a lone gunslinger delivers justice, protecting the innocent and righting the wrongs of a broken world. Some call him lawman. Some call him madman. Some call him vigilante. Some call him killer. Some call him legend.

I am Mathieu Baptiste or at least what is still left of him. I am Chef de Bataillon, what the British call a Major. But as I walk, horseless through knee deep snow, rank is of no consequence. I started out on a fine ebony stallion commanding the 1st Squadron or the 1st "Elite". We rode on the blacks, 5th company on browns and blacks. But none of us ride now. All the horses are long gone in the army of Little Boney, Napoleon Bonaparte. We are on foot from now on. This is the story of a small French Calvary unit walking in retreat back out of Russia.

Old men. Perhaps outdated men. But, definitely not, men ready for the junkyard. Not by a long shot. Old but far from broken. Men with fire and zest for life. Dangerous, tough, unyielding wise guys. Mob hitmen, some who still have a soul. Fine food and great memories. Dinner with the mob. A real suppertime serenade. Put a bunch of older wise guys in a room with pasta, booze, and cigars, then watch the stories flow. Golden memories of murder and mayhem. Some memories that the Feds got. But most that Omerta never revealed. Sit back, relax.

The Courtenay family is cursed, and doomed to repeat their cycle of despicable acts against their fellow man, all in the name of continuing their lineage. The curse comes in the form of the figure known as the Trickerjack, who serves the Devil to steal souls from the living. The family he was born from are far from normal. Fear, obsession, torture. They all exist as everyday activities for them. The stories in past releases House of Courtenay and Blackgang are brought together to tell the Courtenay origin story from a new perspective, along with three brand-new tales.

When a wealthy cattle baroness, Pamela Danvers, hires gunslinger Joe Buckhorn to track down her son, it sounds like easy money. But when he learns that the boy has run off with a girl — whose father is the leader of the cattle-rustling Riley gang — Buckhorn’s only hope is to infiltrate the gang.

IT HAD TO BE THE DEVIL'S LUCK! How else did they slip the dragnet setup by the most elite crime-fighting organizations in the world. Questions remained: where were they now, and what were their intentions? Robert McCall, renegade son of Nemesis Chairman Trey McCall, escaped Canada and was hiding in the States. Delusional and quite insane, convinced he was the second coming of the infamous criminal Lucky Richards, he was on a mission to carry out a multigenerational vendetta against Nemesis and the McCall family.

No sport has been more associated with America’s sense of itself, with its identity, than baseball. No sport has been so inextricably bound with America’s traditions—with its notions of democracy and fair play—than baseball. And no professional sport in America has been as dramatically connected to social change as Major League Baseball when it became racially integrated the moment Jackie Robinson took the field with the Brooklyn Dodgers on April 15, 1947.