Posts Categorized: Western

The Last Snow By

The Last Snow The final, western masterpiece by Jon Messmann, aka Jon Sharpe, creator of the legendary Trailsman series of western.

Mountain Man Daniel Culver knew when the storms blew down soon from the North Country, the frontier town of Stoddard would be cut off from the world. He also knew what the Cheyenne war drums meant that he heard echoing in the hills. A massacre was coming unless the townspeople fled...and they had to do it now, because nobody had ever made it alive over Snowshoe Pass once the snows began. But no one would listen to the buckskin-clad loner except one tough, independent woman. Together these two had to make a choice: either stay and face certain death battling the Cheyenne, or attempt to escape into a snowbound wilderness that no man had ever come out of alive.

Plunder Range By

Plunder Range Neil Cain rode into San Marcial wild for vengeance, knowing he'd end up dangling from hangman's noose....but he was going to take nine men to hell with him.

Shadow Riders of the Yellowstone By

Shadow Riders of the Yellowstone Few men ever cross the boundary between the Chinook Basin and Yellowstone and come back alive...but now the Banning brothers, tough and sure of themselves, are charging in the savage land to find their lost cattle, battle vicious bandits and confront their own deadly, sibling rivalry.

Horsemen from Hell By

Horsemen from Hell Melissa McCutchen heads went of the Mississippi, searching for her husband, a wanted fugitive. On her journey she crosses paths with Dale Mallonee, a part Cherokee, who rides the wildlands with six Indians, his "horsemen from hell," searching for a former partner who did him wrong...and for new land, and new women, to conquer and tame.

Trouble at Moon Pass By

Trouble at Moon Pass Moon Pass was a pleasant enough place.. .until they started putting a railroad through. Then all hell broke loose. Finally they had to call in Dan Doran, the best troubleshooter in the west. Doran was a man who knew only one way to to do the job...and his philosophy was that a singing .44 usually had the right answer. But Doran forgot one thing: it makes a difference which end of the barrel you're looking down.