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The story of Jerod Marsh, who became a famous Mountain Man, and his Indian family, Bearclaw and Moonglow. Excitement from cover to cover with a wagon train, an Indian attack, Jarod almost dying from arrows in his back, and his recovery with a nurse named Thatcher. The tedious journey to take Moonglow back to her people on the other side of Echo Mountain.

As I stood watching the coffin being lowered into the hole, I was reminded of something my pa told me at his father—my grandfather's—funeral. "The clothes and the body will rot away, but the name lives forever. I didn't understand at the time, but today I understand, and I promise my husband's name will live on and mean something even though he's gone. I will work hard and make the hog farm one of the best in this county and beyond."

While visiting with my aunt and uncle, in Itching Tree, Idaho, I received a telegram. It was from Mayor Madison of Windy Butte, New Mexico. I had taken care of a problem they had when we passed through there on our way to Velvet Sky, Arizona. It seemed they had a similar situation now. The new sheriff they hired was causing all kinds of grief and trouble.

The town was named Itching Tree because when the first settlers arrived, one of the trees was covered with poison oak and poison ivy. Anyone who got near it would itch for days, even weeks. Only one out of several trees was contaminated. The people tried everything to rid the tree of the poison, but nothing seemed to work. Then one day, almost six months later, magically the tree was clear of all signs of the poison. No one knows what happened. It seemed like a miracle had happened overnight.

We all went over to the sound, and there in the bushes was a young Indian brave. He was in pretty bad shape. The other Indians must have thought he had run off when the fighting started, or maybe they didn't care because he was so young, so they didn't bother looking for him. He was probably 10 or 11 years old, too young to be going on a raid like this.

He pointed to a poster on the wall. "Maybe, you'd better read that poster," he said. The poster read: YOU WILL BE TRAVELING THROUGH INDIAN COUNTRY AND THE SAFETY OF YOUR PERSON CANNOT BE VOUCHSAFED BY ANYONE BUT GOD. "Interesting." I said.

After two days of traveling, I pulled up on Sugar's reins, stared at the trail ahead, turned in the saddle and looked at the dusty trail behind. It looked like silver water running off a duck's back, and the land in front of us seemed to sizzle, like a burning flame. Some of the terrain looked vaguely familiar, but then looking a second time, it didn't look like anything I had seen before. As I took another look, the subtle rise and fall of the land all looked the same.

Jedidiah Isaiah Jenkins, an 18-20-year-old redheaded, left-handed fast draw, travels the states and territories of the old west of the late 1800s with his two friends, rooting out and destroying evil whenever and wherever he finds it. Jed is easy going until pushed too far, then it is kill or be killed. Jed is a true Christian at heart, and believes he has been ordained to carry out God's will. But does Jed have what it takes to rid these places of the evil that is wreaking havoc?

She is a prostitute until she gets fired and has to leave town. She becomes the mail-order bride of a Baptist preacher in a small town in North Central Texas. She tells the marriage broker about her past but doesn’t tell her husband-to-be. As life deals its twists and turns, will the truth finally be found out? She’s afraid to admit that she does have a past that wouldn’t be prudent for a pastor's wife. This story will tell of the trials she will have to overcome to prove herself worthy of her new position in this small town.

A small-town sheriff worn out after serving his ungrateful town tracks down a killer - and in the process encounters all sorts of obsticles. What will happen when he finds the killer? Join The Last Ride for adventure and excitment.

The awful war was finally over and I was going home. I hoped I still had a home. I didn't leave on very good terms. Me heading north and my three brothers going south. Pa said he just couldn't understand how a son of his could turn against his family like that. I tried to explain my convictions, but he didn't want to listen. So I climbed up on my horse and pointed him north. I got about 100 yards out, then I stopped, turned in the saddle and said goodbye to the home I had known for all of my 17years.

The exciting new western from Texas best seller J.C. Hulsey! Have you ever been to Hell? Hell, Texas? So it was on that particular day at that particular time in that particular Texas town, Tebo Sterling, Texas Bounty Hunter was born.

Cowboy is pursued by outlaw. Gets shot and cornered in cabin.

When 16-year-old Benjamin Bradley kills his step-daddy, he is transformed into a ruthless killer, seemingly without a conscience. The sheriff forces him to leave town or stand trial for murder. He then shoots the sheriff in the back and kills him. Killing seems to come so easy for him that he kills the livery stable owner, steals a horse, and rides out of town. He's not only a bad guy. He's the worst of the worse. He's a cold-blooded killer. He kills indiscriminately. No one is safe when he goes on a killing rampage.

Today he was going to collect 500 dollars with this one shot. Vincent McConnell is a bounty hunter with a reputation for always bringing in his man, dead or alive. He learned a long time ago that dead was a lot easier.

I'm hated by ignorant people who don't realize that this is a job just like chopping wood or baking bread. Someone has to do it. I decided if I'm the one to do it, I'm going to be the best.

Them Dakota Territories is an outlaw's paradise, untamed and uncivilized, that's what I heard. It's a bad place fer a person to be going to, if you ask me. They say that this Judge Renfro is what you call a hanging judge. They say he hung a feller one time just to see how long his legs would kick until he died.

"Shot him in the belly, so he died real slow. You know what happens when you get shot in the belly? You can't move. You can't breathe. You feel yourself filling up with blood. With pain. And you can't die. Not yet."

There's always tomorrow. Yes, there's always tomorrow. And yesterday. And the nights with the same dreams. Dead men's faces taunting me. Always taunting me. An old gunfighter told me one time, "The only way to stop the dreams is to let your opponent win. It's a guaranteed cure. No more dreams." "Sounds too final for me," I told him. "I'll just keep having the dreams."

"I'm afraid, Murph," I said. "What if she won't accept a one-armed man?" She turned me loose and stepped back. I stood, letting her take a good look at me. The whole me. The half me. Her eyes moved slowly up and down my body, her eyes finally coming to rest on my empty sleeve. My heart seemed to stop beating. My breath caught in my throat.