Longarm’s in a town where the deaths aren’t natural and the poison isn’t pretty! When a county commissioner claims that folks dying of natural causes have actually been murdered, Longarm thinks the man is seeing conspiracies in his sleep. But before he can give this well-connected fat cat the brush-off, U.S. Marshal Custis Long has to do his job and check it out. What Longarm finds is a town divided between two factions—with him in the middle. It’s a hard investigation—so he saddles up with pretty little fillies who know how to treat a weary marshal right. But when Longarm realizes that the commissioner may not be telling tales, he’s in so much trouble that he’s going to have to live up to his reputation—in spades.

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When a county commissioner claims that people dying of natural causes are actually being murdered, U.S. Marshal Custis Long doesn't believe him, but has to check it out. Soon, Longarm finds a town divided between two factions--with him in the middle. Original.

To catch these cons, Longarm will have to play by their rules. Rumor has it that Deputy Marshal Custis Long is now riding on the other side of the law—swindling ranchers and taking bribes, just as cool as you please. But if folks’d only look closer, they’d notice the fake moustache and counterfeit badge—and recognize the conman behind them… A motley crew of thieves, gamblers, and ladies of the night has just arrived in Ogallala, looking to relieve the local bank of its contents. But their plan—to have one of their men impersonate the lawman known as Longarm—has a fatal flaw. The owlhoots never counted on running smack into Longarm himself…

Love hurts… Out west, where it’s hard to tell the lawmen from the owlhoots, there are usually more than just two sides to a story. Take the attempted murder of Robert Muldoon, Chief of the Denver Police. Custis Long figures the perpetrator must have been an ex-jailbird set on revenge—and vows to shoot him dead. But a fresh young filly and an alluring madam are muddying up the waters with their own suspicions. And Longarm’s gonna have to keep his guns cocked to root out the truth…

Longarm’s got to snag a killer—before he gets stung. Custis T. Long has plenty he’d rather be doing than investigating an old friend on a brand new murder charge. But just as he’s leaving for a visit to a pretty little Santa Fe senorita, a case comes up that he can’t turn down. It seems his mentor, Jesse Jerome, is under suspicion for the Scorpion Murders—a series of creepy crawly killings over in Agate, Arizona. The killer does the dirty deed by planting some particularly venomous little varmints in the victim’s bed—where they do their lethal work most effectively. Longarm hates the idea of snooping around in his old pal’s business, but he figures he’s lawman enough to either prove Jesse innocent, or put him away if necessary. What the Marshal doesn’t figure on is all the bad blood flowing through Agate’s citizens. There’s poison in that town, all right—and it’s not just from the scorpions….

The Gunsmith reckons he's seen these mean faces before... On the open trail, Clint Adams sees two killers on horseback gun down a fellow traveler. So when they reach their small-town destination, the Gunsmith moseys over to the victim's digs--only to find some very unwelcoming new tenants.