Color illustration on front cover of three superimposed images: two figures embracing in front of a church, a woman firing a rifle, standing between two men, and a larger image of a man's face.

When events spin out of control…only Slocum can ride out the storm. Driving the stagecoach to Fort Stockton without a shotgun messenger is keeping John Slocum on his toes. He’s carrying a huge payroll for the Army, and he’s dead sure road agents are after it. But before Slocum can tackle the sharpshooter that’s after the gold, he’s caught up in the tornado that destroys half the town. It seems Slocum’s got a knack for surviving—except now he’s got to help find the missing payroll, or wind up in jail. And there’s a mysterious lady with flame-red hair and a strange request that could be deadlier than the storm…

Slocum’s invited to attend a funeral—his own. John Slocum was given two hundred dollars and a ticket to Cheyenne, Wyoming with the promise of employment, but not told what kind of services he’d be rendering. On board the train, he’s forced to defend himself against a badman who’s clothed like an undertaker—and lucky that Slocum didn’t put him six feet under. Slocum’s assailant is just one of several gunfighters cryptically known as the Undertakers, who leave their victims flat on their backs with their arms crossed over their chests as if they’re lying in coffins, and plant crude grave marker crosses behind their heads. They’re working for a greedy rancher looking to enlarge his spread over the land belonging to Miss Clarissa Montcalm. But now the Undertakers face the Angel of Death known as Slocum…

Color illustration on front cover of three superimposed vignettes: man wearing western hat and red bandana holding a rifle in his proper left hand; bare-chested man wearing blue pants embracing a woman wearing a pink dress; two men in a rocky outcropping shooting at each other.

Slocum joins a sharpshooter's desperate manhunt.

They’re out for blood, but after the wrong man… A pit stop in Las Vegas along the appropriately named “Journey of Death” lands Slocum in jail—but not for long. They’ve got the wrong man, and after Slocum’s escape there are bounty hunters and lawmen hot on his trail. The man they really want is Slocum’s doppelganger, Neale—with his hide intact for a greater cash reward. With bounty-thirsty men on his trail, Slocum’s only refreshment is a curvy city girl who’s determined to help him find Neale…and get a little something for herself. But once Slocum lays eyes on Neale, he’s not concerned with keeping him alive…

After a rough run-in with a bunch of Apaches, Slocum is left without a horse in the hottest, driest place next to hell--West Texas. He stumbles into Eagle Pass looking for some relief. Yet it's the town that's relieved when Slocum shows up. Eagle Pass has a bully on the loose. The lazy deputy would rather lock up an annoying yet harmless bandito known as El Loco than the real criminal. But Slocum can't let that happen, not with El Loco's beautiful sister riding him. He'll see justice served, no matter how dangerous--or crazy--the task may be ...