Tento autor ztělesňuje ducha amerického westernu, jehož bohaté vyprávění oživuje klasické příběhy Divokého západu. Jeho díla, často publikovaná pod různými jmény, se ponořují do podstaty života na hranici, zkoumají témata přežití, cti a neúprosné krajiny. Skrze poutavé postavy a drsná prostředí zachycuje autor esenci westernového žánru, čímž čtenářům přináší autentický a nezapomenutelný zážitek.
Quentin Reed is characterized as a "fighting machine," naturally drawn to trouble, often finding himself in precarious situations, particularly when a beautiful woman is involved. His knack for landing in the midst of chaos shapes his adventures and interactions, highlighting a blend of charm and conflict in his life.
The ten Guilty Guns had ravaged the village of sleeping Cheyennes at dawn, and when the sun came up Little Dry Creek ran crimson with blood. A hundred Indians were cut down that morning. One lived, a toddler, but not for revenge. Found and raised by Tom Ormsby, Johnny wanted only to forget, to make his peace with the white man.
"A nine-year-old boy is taken in a raid on a wagon train and adopted by an Arapaho to replace his own son who had died. Raised by Red Stone and Beaver Woman, he learns to see the good and the bad in both Indians and whites and struggles to find where he belongs"--Provided by publisher
He was only eighteen and not quite a deputy, but Jason's lawman instinct alerted him to the sound of gunfire ripping the early morning calm. Up the street a stranger with six-guns ablaze and murder in his eyes ran out from Satterfield's general store, his sack bulging with stolen gold. Dropping on one knee and calling on the perpetrator to halt, Jason drew his .36 Colt and fired at the retreating desperado, who continued his wild dash out of town.
Marshall August Cragg had stopped in Broken Butte only to wait out the heat wave, but the townspeople were sure he had come to investigate the lynchings which had occured there several years before, and they were determined to thwart him
Life had been good to John Sessions in the three years since he had settled on his cattle ranch in Brush Creek, Kansas. Even now, as he returned from one of his infrequent trips to town, he thought warmly of his snug house in the valley and of his wife and their two sons.
Im Camp der Verlorenen kämpfte er Seite an Seite mit seinem Todfeind
