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Gold - a man either had to fight for it or dig for it, and Bolton had always liked guns better than shovels. So he took the job Wells Fargo offered. It was five dollars a day and a new Greener shotgun - and all he had to do was shepherd a king's ransom in gold across 100 miles of Hell.

"The grizzly stepped back, caught Hawk with his left paw, and flung him aside like a piece of carrion. Hawk landed heavily on his back, managing somehow to hang on to the bowie knife. Dazed, bleeding from his wounds, he stared up at the slavering, bleeding jaws of the huge grizzly, no longer confident that he or his bowie could do anything more than irritate the monster. Rearing up onto his hind legs, the bear uttered a fearsome roar, then came down hard and shambled forward to finish off Hawk...."

Clint loved Harry Sundown like a brother till Harry betrayed him to the cattle-stealing mob that threatened to take control of the territory and all the people in it. Killing when he had to, tracking the trail of his stolen money, Clint took off after Harry and his red-headed woman. But the mob had sent bloodthirsty hired-gun Tate Rawson after all three… with orders to capture them, dead or alive. No man had ever bested Tate Rawson…And time was running out.

Golden Hawk is in a race against time to stop a foul fur trader named Bannister, who captured a beautiful Quaker woman worth her weight in gold. Bannister is headed across the Rockies to San Francisco and the white slave market. Hawk and his Nez Perce ally, Tames Horses, must make it through the mountains in time to stop the sale...and the bloodthirsty braves that Bannister armed and egged on… and a death trap hair-triggered to kill…

Though its red hue was unusual, there was no sign of apocalyptic doom with the appearance of the Krenton-Benton comet. The color was simply attributed to an abundance of dark ,carbon-rich material at its core. In its wake the comet left a vast cosmic dust cloud sweeping toward Earth. Scientists predicted nothing more unusual than a little temporary disruption of the planet's communication and broadcast systems.

A mocking Comanche warrior butchered the sable-haired woman in front of Golden Hawk's eyes; then confirmed that his beautiful, golden haired sister Annabelle was still the captive of a brutal Blackfoot chief. Golden Hawk's one man war flamed with fresh fury. No man fought the Indians as fiercely, for he had a terrible blood-score to settle. Along with a wanderer named Bill Williams and a pack of hard-as-nails mountain men, Golden Hawk was ready for action against the most murderous tribes in the West.

It started when a gravely injured trapper named Pete Foxwell stumbled into Hawk's cabin. Before he died, he showed Hawk a bagful of gold coins, and told him about a hidden hoard of them. But he didn't say where. Hawk should have buried those coins with Pete's corpse, but instead he spent them on supplies and let slip the story of the treasure waiting to be found. Suddenly Hawk found himself the most wanted man in the West as a band of sea-going land pirates decided they would nail his hide and grab the gold....

Golden Hawk's beautiful sister Annabelle had been kidnapped by a Comanche band, and Hawk knew all too well what was being done to her. Even more maddening was his discovery that she was being passed from hand to hand as he pursued her abductors. The Comanches, the Blackfoot, and then a mammoth mountain man named Gar Trimm, all in turn took possession of her as Golden Hawk battled the cruelest odds of nature and man to free Annabelle and wreak a revenge that made death sweet...

Golden Hawk hires out to lead a band of tenderfeet through a maze of mountains and dead-end gullies ruled by the proud Blackfoot nation. To complicate matters, the great Blackfoot warrior chief Black Feather has vowed to take Golden Hawk's scalp. Further bloodying the waters is a raging tribal war in which Golden Hawk has to take sides and take lives, while a mountain man named Elias Hogwood proves a white man can be as savage as a redskin and twice as treacherous....

As Hawk watched the Blackfoot warriors attack their Bannock Indian enemies, he was shocked at what he saw. The Blackfoot were attacking not in the helter-skelter Indian manner, but with an organized military precision that could make them the most powerful fighting force in the West. Then Hawk saw the reason why. Mounted on a horse beside the Blackfoot chief, Spotted Pony, was a white man with a cavalry sabre raised high in the air to order the Blackfoot charge. It was James Cantrell.

Golden Hawk. Half white man, half Comanche. Mountain man. Pathfinder. Wagon master. Army scout. A legend in his own time. An awesome nemesis to his ememies. But a bulwark and a haven to those facing the terrors of that raw, savage land. Perhaps this is why Kathleen MacLennan was so anxious to convince Hawk to act as guide for her wagon train. It's destination lay straight through Indian country where a murderous horde of Bannock Indians were attacking and killing wagon train immigrants.

Wolf Caulder has tried to make peace with his past. Having traveled the trail of the gun to avenge his parents' death, Caulder seeks new territory to leave his history behind. Then, as he rides toward the ranch, a shot comes his way. Wolf ducks the shot thinking, "so this is the way it is going to be...more guns, more killing." What he doesn't realize is the enemies ahead are a torturing murderer and a snake of a man straight from hell...only one of the three will survive, and Wolf intends to make sure it is himself!

First they shot his father - then they stole his land. Cole Randall aimed to get even. But it will take more than one angry man to fight the banks, the railroads, and the crooked lawmen who back them. So Cole Randall figured he needed an army; if that couldn't be had, then an able partner.... And if that partner could outride and outshoot any man in Wyoming, so much the better! That the best partner was a woman...well, that might be a challenge.

His parents gave him the name Jed Thompson. But the Comanches who killed his parents and took him into their tribe as a boy gave him a different name. Golden Hawk. Trained by the fiercest of Indian warriors to fight, and now full grown, he was facing the choice of which world to live in, which path to take. Then his beautiful sister Annabelle, was sold into cruel captivity - and Golden Hawk's choice was made. No man will stand in his way. He will use all his strength and savage killing skills to save her.

Wolf Caulder had once saved Johnny Reno's life, and Reno had helped him complete his 10-year quest for vengeance upon his family's murderers. Then one day, Caulder surprised Reno and his gang as they were robbing a bank. Suddenly everything changed! Caulder found himself faced with the hardest and most dangerous manhunt of his life. All along the trail, Caulder must wrestle with one question: could he kill the man whose life he once saved?

Wolf Caulder is driven by childhood memories too terrible to forget, and by the words of Diego, his Spanish rescuer. With his remaining eye, Caulder sees frontier justice more keenly than many, and enforces it vengefully with his Colt revolver. The vengeance trail takes him in pursuit of a ruthless gang of train-robbers who kill their victims in cold blood.

He had a reason for living: to kill, when he was just a boy, the five saddle tramps that had murdered his parents in front of him, and nearly beaten him to death. Rescued by a kindly old Spaniard, most of Wolf's physical wounds were healed. They took his eye, his childhood and his parents, and now Wolf would show them vengeance. For 10 years he plotted as he grew, and sharpened his skill with his Winchester rifle and Colt revolver. Then he went after them, one by one.

Harlow Brewster had purchased the North Basin grasslands from the Shoshone fair and square, and paid for the land with blood. So the boss of the Lazy 8 wasn't about to see a bunch of nesters turn his range into a plowed-up dust bowl. If the law couldn't get rid of the grangers, Brewster would make his own law - with a couple of loads of buckshot and a stout piece of hangin' rope.