Slocum is always bad news for outlaws… Despite its name, there’s always trouble brewing in the small mining town of Nirvana, Nevada. John Slocum’s just riding through, when the comely widow Mrs. Benteen—and newspaper reporter—asks for his help on a scoop about claim-jumpers. If no news is good news, then for Slocum this is downright bad… Slocum reckons he’d rather mosey along, but he’s never left a widow—especially a right pretty one—high and dry. But when claim-jumpers find him snooping around Nirvana, Slocum had better defend himself before he makes the papers—the obituaries, that is…

Always obliged to help pretty widows, Slocum lends a hand when a Yankee lady reporter needs his help on a fruitless assignment about claim jumpers. But he soon learns that no news isn't always good news. Original.

Slocum escorts a pint-sized package through pistol-packed peril… Caught in a hellish Arizona sandstorm, John Slocum comes across a broken down wagon with only one living occupant—a newborn baby boy. The tiny bundle of joy has a pack of very dangerous men hunting for him. The same cutthroats who killed his father—and now want to cash in on the gold mine the kid just inherited. Teamed up with a less-than-motherly spitfire, Slocum fights a running battle across the wastelands. But he’s made a promise to get the baby to safety at all costs—and along the way, he’s going to sing the desperadoes a little hot lead lullaby….

Slocum’s framed but he won’t be hanged. Slocum’s having trouble sleeping in Abilene. The town’s overrun with rowdy, drunken cowboys, but what’s really got him wide awake is Mac, the man who just shot open his hotel room door accusing him of stealing his wife, Martha. Before Slocum can reach his gun, Mac’s dead on the floor, and the marshal is arresting Slocum for murder. Although his name is cleared, Slocum must flee Abilene and an angry mob bent on putting a rope around his neck. When he reaches the saloon in the dying town of Gantt, he discovers a bounty hunter on his trail—and an angry woman with a shotgun, saying he killed her husband. What’s worse is that her name isn’t Martha…and her husband wasn’t Mac. Now Slocum must solve two murders, or someone will make sure he never sleeps again…

This is the biography of a ruling-class woman who created a new identity for herself in Gilded Age and Progressive Era America. A wife who derived her social standing from her robber-baron husband, Olivia Sage managed to fashion an image of benevolence that made possible her public career. In her husband's shadow for 37 years, she took on the Victorian mantle of active, reforming womanhood. When Russell Sage died in 1906, he left her a vast fortune. An advocate for the rights of women and the responsibilities of wealth, for moral reform and material betterment, she took the money and put it to her own uses. Spending replaced volunteer work; suffrage bazaars and fundraising fÃates gave way to large donations to favorite causes. As a widow, Olivia Sage moved in public with authority. She used her wealth to fund a wide spectrum of progressive reforms that had a lasting impact on American life, including her most significant philanthropy, the Russell Sage Foundation.