Linford Western
6 total works
The brothers had never been close - until a killer cut down their father at the end of the long trail drive. That was the day their world would change forever.Side by side they set out to battle the killer. They hunted the murderous desert until that day and hour when they faced their man, not as enemies but as true brothers with but a single thought. Revenge or death!They would accept nothing less - together.
It all began when Kyle Jaeger stole the Strolling B herd and slaughtered four innocent boys at Salvation Creek. It ended far away in a violent town in old Mexico, when partners Freeman and Cobb finally caught up with the Jaeger gang. Face-to-face at last with their deadly enemies, the two gunmen set out to finish their job of avenging the Strolling B. Behind them stretched a trail soaked in the blood of both hunters and hunted, and the partners were destined to become legends in the history of old Mexico.
The Valley of the Wolf was no place for strangers, but Chet Beautel was not your everyday breed of drifter. He was a straight-shooting man of the mountains searching for something better than what lay behind. Instead, he encountered a new brand of terror enshrouded in a mystery which held a thousand people hostage - until he saddled up to challenge it with all a mountain man's grit and courage, backed up by a blazing .45. If Wolf Valley was ever to find peace again, Chet Beautel would be that peacemaker.
So far as Chade Stocker was concerned when Capital City hired his gun, it was just another heat-blasted town down on its luck and in need of a little Colt.45 peacemaking. He showed mercy for neither the outlaw gangs, nor the wild women, nor the desperadoes they sent to kill him. It was only when young Jesse McKidd rode in to face Stocker down that the county would know which man was indeed the chosen gun.
The law said wild Johnny Toro must hang and the Governor ordered he would die in his squalid hometown - to teach respect for the law. Gunfighter Ryan Bodie seemed an odd choice to send down to keep the peace until young Johnny swung. A lot of men could go down before he mounted the gallows. But Bodie would survive. He always did. He was that kind of man.
'Just call me Clint,' he told the town the day he rode in and Wolflock would never be the same again. To some he looked like a drifter, whilst others were sure he spelt trouble. Whatever he was, Clint was different to anyone they'd seen before. Here was a man with a past who'd come to their town to avenge a great wrong. Clint would either succeed, or go down shooting. He was that breed of man.