There’s a predator on the loose… Skye Fargo’s just stopping through Springfield, Missouri when he makes the acquaintance of the comely Lucille Sparks—a civilized girl who’s had her fill of the frontier. But when she takes the stage out of town, a local gang of lowlifes led by Mad Dog Terrell swoop in and kidnap her. Now, as part of a rag-tag posse, the Trailsman is going to teach Mad Dog some new tricks—like playing dead…

It's a frigid fight for Fargo… In the frozen Beartooth Mountains, Fargo finds himself without his mount, his Colt, or any chance for survival—until he's rescued by a kindly wilderness woman named Mary Harper and her children. And he'll get the chance to pay them back. Because the brutal Cudgel Stein and his gang have decided that what the Harpers have, they want. But the Trailsman is going to give the snowbound sidewinders what they deserve…

There’s a madman out for blood… Skye Fargo is escorting a stage to a remote Dakota Territory outpost when Indians strike, wiping out everyone but Fargo and a cavalry major’s daughter. It seems a U.S. Army lieutenant has gone insane from the frontier life—and joined the local Blackfeet on a rampage of slaughter against the whites. Now the Trailsman has to take down the madman before the blood runs hip-deep…

There’s something in them thar hills… When young Mabel Landry needs a good man to find her brother—gone missing in an unexplored region of the Rocky Mountains—Skye Fargo is more than happy to take the job. But he’s not so happy when the mule-stubborn Mabel follows him, because dying in the wilds is much easier than living there. Saddled with the sassy lass, the Trailsman must carve a bloody trail through danger and deception if either of them is going to come back alive…

The rain is gonna turn red… Skye Fargo can’t believe it when a French nobleman offers him a small fortune to guide him and his family through the dangerous wilds of West Texas. He also can’t believe that he actually accepted what might as well be a suicide mission. But if anyone can guide this greenhorn group of Gallic gawkers to hell and back, it’s the Trailsman…