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In wide-open Arizona, outlaws run rampant since the authority of the local marshal ends at his town's borders. A different breed of peace officer is needed, and rancher Bentram Mosehan has accepted the responsibility of organizing a new Arizona State Police force. He's looking for men who are brave, honest, and lightning fast with a six-gun—talents that a drifter named Waco and his amigo, Doc Leroy, possess in abundance.

Things were bad in Arizona when the Rangers were formed. Killers, hold-up gangs, and rustlers were overrunning the state and getting away with it, and all because there were no real lawmen to bring them to justice. So when cattle boss Bertram Mosehan decided to form the Rangers, he was looking for a special breed of man. Tough. Tenacious. Incorruptible. And handy with a gun.

In the unforgiving West, a lone Pinkerton detective is on the trail of two vicious killers. When the daughter of a famous ex-general is kidnapped, Detective Simms is assigned to bring her home. Forged in the Mexican War, this man of steel knows how to survive, and how to kill. But he needs all of his skill and guile to survive this unforgiving land, and bring the general's daughter home. And then, it gets personal.

It was a game of cat and mouse right from the start. Mallory Queen, a former State Department man who’d gone freelance, had a plan. He wanted to trade Willis Browning, a CIA-held double-agent, to the Russians in return for a spy named Vordak, who possessed a vast amount of information relating to Russia’s space program. The CIA would never willingly release its prisoner, of course, but because Vordak was the bigger prize, Queen decided to snatch Browning away from them. So he enlisted private eye Larry Kent - a former CIA man himself - to mastermind the kidnap...

Coyote was a renegade Apache who’d been spilling blood along the border for months. But now, he’d had enough of killing and was ready to disappear up into the mountains - provided the army agreed to deliver his wife safely to him inside two weeks. If anything happened to that squaw before she was reunited with her man, all hell would break loose; Coyote personally guaranteed it.

Eddie McEvoy wanted Larry Kent to take on a murder case even though he had no official, payng client. As far as Larry was concerned, it was none of his business. But then police Lieutenant Bruce Comstock warned him off, and that’s when Larry had a change of heart. He didn’t take kindly to being threatened by anyone, much less a corrupt cop who was on the take. So he started delving ever deeper into the murder of the man who called himself Stan White...and realized there was much more to his death than met the eye.

Freelance fighting man Carter O’Brien had 5,000 reasons to go after the notorious Timberlake brothers. Each was a dollar bill. But there was more to it that just the reward money. Isaac Parker, the "Hanging Judge" himself, had asked O’Brien to track down the murderous outlaws. If he didn’t get them before they got the judge, Parker would wind up handing from his own gallows.

Rancher Clint McNally was looking for someone to deliver $20,000 to the men who’d kidnapped his young son. Whoever took the job had to be as hard as nails, so professional fighting man Carter O’Brien was the natural choice. Still, McNally knew better than to trust that kind of money to one man, so he gave O’Brien a partner - a one-eyed, cigar-chewing soldier of fortune called Logan Tyree.

They were all elements in a bizarre mystery the likes of which professional adventurer Carter O’Brien had never encountered before. Up until a hidden sniper damn near killed him, all he’d wanted was to ride on to his next job in nearby Jackson’s Peak, but it looked like somebody else had other ideas. Suddenly he was up to his neck in something deadly. Why had people started dying all around him? Who was the bushwhacker and his sinister Oriental sidekick? And why had they picked on him?

"Well, what do you think?” he asked at last. “Of what?” “Of me. You’ve given me a good enough lookin’ over to be sure you know me next time.” “I think you’ve got broad shoulders and slim hips, stranger. But we both know that don’t make a man, don’t we?” Savage grinned, “Dead right, Scarlett, dead right.” She paused, “What are you called?” “Savage.”

The all-female commune was run by a movement that called itself The Angels of Love, but as far as Larry Kent could see, there wasn’t much love around. The place was cut off from the rest of the world by a nine-foot chain link fence, and the perimeter was patrolled 24 hours a day by rifle-wielding guards and vicious attack dogs.