We all know that cats have nine lives, but did you know that Queen Victoria did too?

It was late spring, 1889. Pie Allen, two term mayor of Tucson, was recently deceased, but the town was already in mourning as the newly chosen town marshal had been bushwhacked. Lawlessness had run amuck for months as the number of bad-cases multiplied. Jake Cantlin was summoned to Arizona by older brother, Matt, general manager of the large stage and freight outfit which had suffered substantial loses. Matt had convinced the town council Jake could bring resolution to the atrocities his company and the town suffered. The harsh enlightenment that welcomed Jake to the blemished Arizona town comingled the brutality of murderous outlaws, a cantankerous ex-confederate colonel, desert Apaches, and the sly saloon owner, Frazee Zink. An unsullied new U.S. Deputy Marshal, Joshua Stoner, took to Jake like a bear fresh out of hibernation that had found a spring-ripened trout stream. He saw that Jake was smart, strong, had the sand of Hickock and the six-gun ability of a Buffalo Bill sharp-shooter. Signs of culprits that dealt the dirty cards were shuffled and sleeved. It would require clever and bold law work, but if Stoner and Cantlin could persevere, they might be able to restore sanctity to the town and put a shine on the star shaped law badges.

THE SHADOW OF A CURSE Labyrinth, Texas: When a lull in his work takes him back to his hometown, Clint Adams starts thinking on what it would be like to lay down his Colt and settle down once and for all. But then Emma Deerborne would be up a tree. She's heard of this man they call the Gunsmith, and since a whole tribe of Sioux Indians would like to see her dead, Emma hopes he can help her out. One Sioux in particular, Grayfeather, has been training his entire life to put an end to hers, because of a curse Emma unwittingly brought onto his tribe. He won't stop shadowing her until he meets someone with a quicker hand than his. And although Clint Adams is just about the quickest draw in Texas, he still can't throw a tomahawk...