Category: Western

There’s a new sheriff in town… Newly elected to his post in Fredericksburg, Texas, Jake McCabe has survived the civil war and a feud back in Kentucky. However, this small, quiet town was not what he expected it to be. Fights between ranchers over water rights were bad enough, but things took a turn for worse when he was forced to deal with holdups and renegade Union soldiers, sweeping down south from a secret hideout. With troubles all around and his deputy laid up, Jake looked to t... [Read More...]

FOUR RACES, ONE FATHER, ENEMY TO OUTLAWS, DESIRED BY ALL… Amidst the desolate ruins of a once mighty Arizona ranch, Allie Mastluehr stumbles upon one of the most extraordinary tales of the old west when she meets the aging Catalina Wilde, who reveals she was one of four formidable multiracial sisters who lived, fought and delivered justice in the southwest. With sharp wits and guns blazing, the fair-skinned Cassandra, Asian Lijuan, mulatto Honor Elizabeth, and Mexican Catalina-The Daughte... [Read More...]

How far does a man go to put war behind him? Colter Gaines went all the way to the wilds of the frontier, hoping to set up a peaceful life on a ranch with his wife and young daughter. For a few years, he had just that, even if his marriage was collapsing and his ranch teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. Yet compared to what he had known in the army, eking out a living with his daughter was a godsend. But when he finds the body of a Blackfoot teen on his land, a chain of events is set off that ... [Read More...]

An innocent woman fearing for her life A marshal trying to prevent her murder. No one is safe when cattle baron William Cahill, enraged at the execution of his nephew Carlton, vows to take revenge on those responsible, especially Judge Evan Davis who delivered Carlton’s sentence. Judge Davis is going to suffer, and so is his widowed daughter-in-law, Holly. Already foiled by Marshal Kris Jensen once before, this time Cahill finds sets into motion a wicked plan for vengeance… Cahill w... [Read More...]

The desert winds brought the marshal to town. He rode out of the wilderness, his duster flapping like black wings, his hat concealing his face except for the scraggly growth across his chin. A pearl-handled Colt rested in the holster at his hip, and he seemed more shadow than man in his black clothes. Like all great things signaling a shift in the world, he arrived unnoticed by anyone, barely visible through the dust storm. Kris Jensen only wanted a drink and a night with an accommodating saloo... [Read More...]