Slocum takes on an army to save a beautiful Comanche Princess. Seven settlers—including two women—have been scalped, and the U.S. Cavalry is ready to make the local Comanche pay. But Slocum knows better. Comanche don't scalp women. And he'll find the low lifes who did the killing—even if it means being caught between corrupt cavalry, horse rustlers, and a Comanche Princess.

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Slocum gets distracted by a pretty little flower—who comes with thorns... Slocum has his eye on the dangerous Rose Miller. Besides being a real American beauty, Rose is rumored to be the mistress of a notorious train robber. But the minute Slocum gets a taste of this Texas temptress, he's got to decide whether lying in this bed of roses is worth a few scratches.

Slocum's hired to rescue a young woman from her Comanche captors--but ends up freeing two girls instead of one. Now Slocum's got two girls to return safely to their families--and twice as many chances to get himself in trouble.

Slocum gets caught up in a big-time heist in a small-time town… John Slocum and his pard have finally steered two thousand head of cattle from Abilene, Texas, to their Kansas home. After six weeks on the trail, both men are itchin’ for some company of the female kind. Abigail Stanley fits the bill any which way you look at her—and, in addition to her comely figure and come-hither glances, she has a head for business. Slocum’s all too willing to learn some of the tricks of her trade—but getting involved with Miss Stanley means getting wrapped up in something much less pleasant than her lovin’ arms. She has it in her noggin that a big-time railway to her hometown of No Consequence, Nebraska, would translate into untold fortune for the so far unfortunate village. So, anxious to set things a-rolling, the townspeople willingly dish out their money for this joint venture with a Mr. Rafe Ferguson. Everything seems right as rain—until Slocum learns more than he should about the supposed benefactor of what is merely an imaginary Platte & Central Plains Railroad…

Slocum’s gunning for revenge after an Austin ambush… Slocum rides into Austin looking for a good bottle of whiskey and an even better woman. He gets both—and a passel of problems to boot. It seems a trio of lowlife gunslingers are terrorizing the town, and the sheriff is powerless to stop them. Slocum’s never been one to look for trouble, but it comes a’knockin’ after he shoots one of the owlhoots, and takes up with the lady of another. Before he knows it, he’s on the business end of a cowardly beating. But no man sucker punches John Slocum—or tells him where to hang his hat. And if the citizens of Austin think those three are tough, they ain’t seen nothing yet…

Slocum stops a dirty railroad gang dead in their tracks... The Big Three are running a railroad on stolen money. Slocum's money. Plus one of their bunch has made a widow out of the best looking woman in town. She wants her husband's killer so bad she's sworn to give herself to the man who kills him. For Slocum, putting a bullet in the backshooting polecat would be a pleasure. So would collecting the reward.