Longarm wrangles with some cattle rustlers in the heat of the desert! A pack of rustlers have made a recent habit of holding up trains coming through Rampart Valley and raiding their cattle shipments. And they’ve managed to confound everybody in the district by leaving behind not a single trace—of themselves or the stolen cows. Now it’s up to Longarm to ride into the Llano Caliente—the hottest, deadliest desert around—and figure out how a gang of thieves and the beef they stole have managed to vanish into thin air. The sooner he tracks ’em down the better—especially as he’s got a very pretty tomboy who promises to make his coming back in one piece worth his while.

When a pack of rustlers holds up trains coming through Rampart Valley and raids the cattle shipments, they confound everyone by leaving nothing--not a single trace--of themselves behind. Now it's up to Longarm to ride into the "Llano Caliente"--the hottest, deadliest desert around--and figure out how a gang of thieves and the beef they stole vanished. Original.

Longarm sends Paradise straight to hell! Marshal Monty Kilpatrick was nobody’s fool. That’s why his killers had to take him by surprise. But with a bullet in his belly, Monty knew just how to right the last wrongs of his life—he wrote a letter to his good friend Marshal Custis Long, the one they call Longarm. Now Longarm is out to avenge his good friend’s murder and set things right with the man’s family—and he doesn’t care what trail he’ll have to ride, man he’ll have to face, or girl he’ll have to charm to get the job done.

Longarm tangles with some bad Samaritans when he goes undercover! Longarm goes undercover to lead a group of Christian Cherokee down Mexico way in search of some missionaries rumored to be stranded there. He reckons it won’t be easy, what with nosy Texas Rangers, banditos, and the Mexican police on his trail. But with a comely assortment of church ladies along for the ride, this adventure could turn out to be a religious experience…

In a town full of ladies, Longarm does his duty. And he does his job, too. Longarm figures checking up on the Harrisonville post office will be a no-hassle assignment. He figures wrong. Dead wrong. The people of Harrisonville are fishy with more than their mail service. They call themselves Druids. They have no men, no saloons, no horses—and they don’t take kindly to strangers. Especially ones who show up asking all the wrong questions. But when these strange gals get rough, Longarm shows them what rough really is.