John Chisum, a ruthless cattleman, is aiming to run off anyone in the way of his new project--blocking the local water supply and forcing everyone to buy their water from him. Slocum is about to remind the cattle king that blood is thicker than water--even if he has to spill some of Chisum's to prove it.
Slocum’s got a fistful of wanted posters… Dangerous criminals are loose in Arizona Territory and no one is safe. After stumbling into a lucky arrest, John Slocum’s eager to deal out justice by capturing all the gun-slinging bandits in Phoenix and putting ‘em behind bars—for easy money. Or so he thinks. Because Rupert Grimes, the most dangerous man in the territory, isn’t about to come along quietly…
Slocum is under the gun… John Slocum is in Reno to see a man about a horse--a broke-down nag given to him as payment by a hornswoggling horse trader. But his attempt to get his money’s worth may end up costing him even more. Because the only way Slocum is going to get anything out of this deal is to cross barrels with a pack of murderous mongrels known as the Terrors…
Some things you pay for with blood… All Slocum wanted in Charlotte’s Town was a little rest. But local ranchers are mysteriously disappearing…or being murdered. Thornton Real Estate ends up owning their land, and the sheriff doesn’t do a thing about it. Myrtle Gilligan, publisher of the Charlotte’s Town Beacon, wants to put Jobe Thornton and his sheriff-for-hire out of business, but her evidence is weak. So she needs help to prove that it’s not nice to kill someone for their land—especially when John Slocum’s around to demand payment in blood…
Slocum’s invited to attend a funeral—his own. John Slocum was given two hundred dollars and a ticket to Cheyenne, Wyoming with the promise of employment, but not told what kind of services he’d be rendering. On board the train, he’s forced to defend himself against a badman who’s clothed like an undertaker—and lucky that Slocum didn’t put him six feet under. Slocum’s assailant is just one of several gunfighters cryptically known as the Undertakers, who leave their victims flat on their backs with their arms crossed over their chests as if they’re lying in coffins, and plant crude grave marker crosses behind their heads. They’re working for a greedy rancher looking to enlarge his spread over the land belonging to Miss Clarissa Montcalm. But now the Undertakers face the Angel of Death known as Slocum…
Slocum’s on the run—wanted for a killing he didn’t commit. Slocum’s career as a bronc buster for the Circle Z Ranch comes to a sudden end when his boss believes he started a fight among the cowhands, and fires him. After a night of drowning his sorrows in the saloon of the town of Rascality, Slocum finds he’s a wanted man. His ex-employer was found dead from a gunshot wound to the back. Marla Ziglinsky doesn’t think Slocum’s the kind of man who would shoot her father in the back. As new boss of the Circle Z, she engages Slocum’s help in finding the real killer. But when it appears that the murder is only part of a thieving ring involving cattle and the ranch’s mine, Slocum finds himself preparing to bust broncos who deal in lead…
Slocum turned down Claudette Durant's offer to take her to Fargo, but when four dirty bushwackers beat him senseless and dumped him into the Mississippi on their way to Fargo, Slocum changed his mind. Now, he's Miss Durant's new bodyguard on a vengeance trail to Fargo.