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…

Hired to escort David Trask and John Redwater, two deranged and dangerous killers, to jail in Tombstone, the Gunsmith soon discovers that the deadly duo still have some sneaky tricks up their sleeves.

There ain't no such thing as a free drink for THE GUNSMITH. An old compadre's free beers come with a steep price: bounty hunting. Clint Adams can't be bought. But his friend's luscious partner has persuasive powers that even the Gunsmith can't resist.

A simple case of self-defense turns Clint Adams into a wanted man. Peace-loving Waylon City would rather hang a man than waste time on a trial. That means the Gunsmith is on the run until he clears his name--or taking a long drop from a short rope. Original.

When a pack of thieves spares the life of a friend of Clint Adams they mean to send a message to the Gunsmith: don't expect to mosey into their hometown and make it out alive. Original.