Dog's Life columnist Holly Winter has just landed a plum contract to write a book on Geraldine Rockefeller Dodge's legendary pre-World War II dog shows. Holly arranges to interview one of the last living participants in those fabulously opulent and exclusive shows: canine fancier B. Robert Motherway. But there's something decidedly unsettling about the gracious old gent's imposing home with its acres of kennels. His dying wife wails piteously in an upstairs room, his servants are his sullen son and his downtrodden daughter-in-law, and his favorite German shepherd dog has an ill-bred snarl. Meanwhile, Holly's mail is laced with anonymous packages-old photographs, letters in German, and a brochure on pills for listless pooches. Nothing makes sense until a garroted body is found in a nearby cemetery. Suddenly Holly and her Alaskan malamutes, Rowdy and Kimi, are on a seventy-year-old trail of deception, decadence, and death. And either they unearth the skeletons or join them. From the Paperback edition.

A gunslinger must outwit a bad bounty hunter in this western from Charles G. West... Jim Culver has never stayed in one place for too long, but now he’s making tracks to save his own life. The U.S. Army doesn’t take kindly to civilians killing their officers—even in self-defense. And they’ve hired the bounty hunter from Hell to catch him. But Jim has two things in his favor: the new .73 Winchester he’s carrying—and the ability to use it. If bounty hunters are a breed apart, then Slocum is the most evil of them all. Big, nasty and bullying, he could be an artist’s rendering of pure evil. But the Army thinks he’s just the man to catch Jim Culver. The only hitch is that he has to bring his quarry back alive—and that’s not something Slocum cottons to. But if there’s a way around that—he’ll find it. “Rarely has an author painted the great American West in strokes so bold, vivid, and true.”—Ralph Compton