A sexy songbird flies the coop. With her heavenly voice, chanteuse Miss Claire has just about every man in Denver wrapped around her little finger, but she needs a man like U.S. Marshal Custis Long to keep her alive. Notes of the not-so-musical kind have been sent to her from someone who wants to shut her up—for good… Besides the thousand dollars if he catches the rascal, Longarm is promised some fringe benefits from Miss Claire herself. But Longarm is left singing the blues when the star stages her own murder—and disappears…

Longarm goes toe to toe with a low-down lead-slinging lawman! When Longarm hightails it to the Arizona desert for a dose of rest and relaxation, he isn’t looking to stir up trouble. But from the moment he witnesses a man gunned down by a lead-slinging lawman at the Crystal Palace Saloon, it becomes dead clear something sinister is afoot. Wrangling with a deputy marshal who’s enforcing his own murderous version of the law isn’t Longarm’s idea of a holiday. But as he follows a trail of suspicious deaths that all lead to the corrupt deputy and his ravishing sister, Longarm vows to track down the cold-blooded killer, even if it takes him all the way to Central America to bring him—or her—to justice…

Little lady…big trouble! For U.S. Deputy Marshal Custis Long, retrieving a fugitive from Wisconsin and escorting him to Fort Smith is one wearisome duty. Luckily, fellow traveler Miss Eloise Stephens is willing to provide Longarm with some stimulating diversions. But while enjoying being wanted by such a fine filly, Longarm finds himself wanted by those with a far less loving nature. Someone is itchin’ for him to get dead, someone who knows his whereabouts every step of the way…

Longarm answers the call of duty— from Uncle Sam! The army sent out the cavalry—but it never came back. Now it’s up to Longarm to track down sixteen men… And he won’t be riding this mission alone—whether he likes it or not. Harriet, a fiery beauty whose lover is among the lost cavalry, has taken it upon herself to be part of the search party. Longarm isn’t quite sure what her real story is. But he knows enough not to trust anyone—especially a woman who claims her heart is taken when her eyes say something very different…

There’s a headstone with Longarm’s name on it… Deputy U.S. Marshal Custis Long has bullet-holed of every member of Nate Hathaway’s gang except for the no-good desperado himself, who’s high-tailed it to a town called Lodestone. The comely Caroline Thaxter is going to Lodestone too, to find her outlaw daddy. She welcomes Longarm’s company—with wide-open arms. Too bad Lodestone ain’t so hospitable. All the owlhoots who go there wind up dead. And even a good man like Longarm might not make it out alive…

A town with a bite that’s worse than its bark… Slocum reckons he won’t find anything but trouble in a town called Hangdog. And he’s right on the money. Slocum’s good buddy, David Mix, is in danger of losing his land—and his life. And he’s pointing his finger at his biggest rival. But when Mix’s competitor starts losing cattle and men, Slocum realizes that Hangdog is infested with more fleas than a mangy cur—and he’s just itching to pull the trigger on ’em…

Longarm plays bodyguard—and the job has its benefits… Custis Long would rather have his backside branded than act as bodyguard to Congressman Howard Palmer’s ornery, ugly wife and her daughter. Seems the suit’s liberal notions about Indian reservations have Western whites up in arms. But a job’s a job. And things start looking up: since he’s been on this detail, an anonymous, veiled lady has visited his bed at night—giving him something to remember in the morning. But when assassins start shooting at the motley threesome, things get uglier than Mrs. Palmer without makeup. Even more so when Longarm realizes their real target—him…