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Slocum’s on the run from a crazed Comanche… Slocum signs on to guard a wealthy Comanchero trader for some quick cash—never expecting to get a white squaw in the bargain. The woman was abducted by brutal Comanche Chief Black Horn, who’s only willing to part with her for a very high price—a mess of repeating rifles, to be exact. Slocum and his boss are unwilling to provide the violent tribe with even more dangerous firearms. So they leave without the lady—or so they think. Soon she’s caught up with them, and Slocum’s saddled with the job of finding her a safe place to settle. But just because decent folk won’t sell rifles to the Comanches doesn’t mean no one else will. And on his quest to find safe haven for the blue-eyed runaway, Slocum’s about to cross trails with some very unsavory characters—who just might lead him to lock horns with Black Horn himself.

Three is the deadliest number. When Slocum sides with an outnumbered traveler against three bushwhackers, the unfortunate man before dying wills his saloon to the helpful gunman. Slocum takes to the job like a natural, but nothing in life comes free. And Slocum soon finds himself facing off against a local rancher who has a mind to take over everything in town—and then bury his enemies under it…

Slocum's got a red, white, and blue bone to pick... If there’s one thing John Slocum likes more than whiskey or women, it’s winning big at poker. Until a cheater runs off with his money and gets killed, leaving Slocum arrested for murder. His neck is saved when a British beauty named Abigail Cheswick springs him from jail—and into the folds of her skirt. Soon, he’s at the Cheswick camp and Abigail’s brother, the arrogant Duke William, wants him to catch some wild game worthy of mounting on his royal walls. But once Slocum discovers what the British bully’s prey is, he decides to play the game by his own rules…

Danger with a silver lining… Navigating the sun-ravaged trails of Death Valley is hard enough. Doing it while transporting precious stashes of silver bars is asking for trouble. And with a gang of cutthroat robbers called the Mojave Guns lying in wait, it’s a job fit for only one man—John Slocum. But Slocum’s in for much more than he expected. Not everything at the silver mine is as easy as it seems, and he just might be risking his neck for the enemy…

Slocum goes up against a gang of gold-crazed killers! It was too dark to see, but the sounds of gunfire and agony were unmistakable. When day came, and Mirabelle Comstock saw what the three men had done to her husband for the sake of information about some hidden gold—information they didn’t get—she lost all meekness. She wanted revenge. Slocum has never crossed the line to become a gun for hire. But Mirabelle has a cause behind her anger that he can’t deny. Now, if those men know what’s good for them, they’ll give up the race for gold—and start racing for their lives.