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Was it justice... or revenge? What drove a simple farmer to set out on an impossible quest after a gang of bloodthirsty killers that raped and murdered his wife and slit his small son's throat? Their trail led him halfway across the country and deep into Mexico. One by one he tracked them down and brought them to justice, sometimes at the end of a short rope, more often in front of his fast guns, and he didn't care which.

Buck Cordell is a giant of a man in a giant, untamed land called Texas. He builds a cattle ranch where ordinary men all say it can't be done a cattle empire that defies all odds, a family that changes the course of Texas history, and a legacy that outlives the Old West.

In the early 1870's, the young state of Texas was struggling to survive. Its vast, undeveloped land of over 260 thousand square miles became a haven for the lawless. Murderers, rustlers and renegade bands of hostile Indians and Comanchero roamed the vast wastelands of west Texas with only a narrow river separating them from the sanctuary of Mexico. One group of dedicated lawmen stood between this element and the law-abiding citizenry - the Texas Rangers. This is the story of one of those men.

It's a hot, hot night. Too hot to be making love, unless your romance is young, like Sherry's and Duane's. It's their first time, and the anticipation is killing. There's just one problem: they have no condoms. Duane goes out to get some, but then Sherry hears what sounds like a gunshot.

The bloody corpses in the broom closet of a Seattle School District building looked like a classic crime of passion, but 20-year-old clues point J. P. Beaumont to something much more sinister.

His name was Kuuna Puuku. His exploits were legendary and whispered around Comanche campfires. Rumor had it he was almost invincible. He led a roving band of renegade Comanche that looted, plundered, raped, and slaughtered settlers all over west Texas at will - until he visited Shawgo's valley. They murdered Shawgo's wife and family, burned his house, butchered his cattle, and stole his horses!

Amara was once the beautiful Princess of Egypt. Now, 4,000 years later, she and her coffin are merely prized exhibits of the Charles Ward Museum. If you were to look at her today, you would see only a brittle bundle of bones and dried skin. But looks can be very deceiving, as Barney, the museum's night watchman, finds out. You cannot kill what is already dead.

Two brothers: one a gunfighter trying to escape his past, the other a pioneering cattle rancher. Neither knows the other is alive, both struggle to make their own way against overwhelming odds. Through death, birth, gunfights, hangings, scratching the dirt for wealth with no guarantees, hostile Indians and corrupt bandits, the chances of success are sometimes as elusive as smoke on the wind.

He was 14. The Comanche slaughtered his parents and burned his house to the ground. His only brother never returned from the Civil War. Now the kid from Hondo, Texas, had nothing or no one. What would he do? Where would he go? How would he live? A chance good Samaritan act in the middle of the desert changed the course of his life and gave him a way to survive in the most dangerous way possible.

The doctors told him he had only a few months to live and there was nothing they could do. But death wasn't what scared T.J. Littlejohn; he had a wife and three children, and nothing to leave them but a tiny slice of East Texas prairie and a handful of cows. He needed money and he needed it fast. A wanted poster in the sheriff's office gave him the answer - he became a bounty hunter.

Fate has brought about a reunion with a brother Buck Cordell thought was dead. Hard work and perseverance brought both of them success beyond their wildest expectations.

After burying their parents, the three young Isom brothers faced starvation. Desperate and penniless, they set out in search of work. Their long, difficult journey forces them to discover themselves, and the harsh reality of life in the late 1800s. With hard work, determination, and a dream, they emerge as one of the greatest success stories of the old west.

A confrontation of nuclear submarines just 200 miles off the American coast is the scenario of this riveting novel by a former U.S. Navy submarine officer. At the center of the deadly conflict are two men on a mission: one wants to find his father's killer, while the other wants to destroy Glasnost and provoke a war. The ensuing underwater chases and battles build to a stunning showdown.

J. P. Beaumont's teenaged daughter has run off. Her tracks lead to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival and a case of murder.

Johnny Shooter was sentenced to hang at noon. But Judge Isaac Parker, widely known as the "Hanging Judge", made Johnny an offer he couldn't refuse. The judge made him a Deputy United State Marshal, then sent his new deputy after the worst-of-the-worst outlaws the Indian territory had to offer, with the orders not to burden the court by bringing them back for trial. Now, rumor has it that whenever outlaws gather around a campfire, the word is: "The only thing worse than standing before the Hanging Judge is hearing that Johnny Shooter is on your trail!"

The body lies amid the garbage behind a Seattle grocery store. He was a high-school basketball coach - and J. P. Beaumont discovers he was lynched.

Who is J. P. Beaumont? A very human Seattle police detective who is hardened but hopeful, dispirited but diligent - the kind of cop who has experienced personal tragedy but still remains faithful to his duty. When J.P. Beaumont and his new partner, Sue Danielson, are assigned the murder of an elderly woman torched to death in her bed, Beaumont finds himself distracted by Sue's difficulties at home.

A brutal, psychopathic murderer is released from prison - and stalks his prey with intent to kill.

When too many bodies start showing up around a skeletal skyscraper structure, the iron workers' union comes under suspicion. And J. P. Beaumont must solve the case.

Even at the age of 14, folks were calling him the youngest bounty hunter in Texas. His pa said he was more man than most men. But now his pa lay dead in a dusty Lubbock, Texas street, back-shot by a wealthy and powerful New Mexico rancher. Over his father's grave he swore to make things right. Neither his age, impossible odds, nor a thousand miles of unforgiving desert would keep Tad Littlejohn from righting a terrible wrong.