Women are disappearing from brothels everywhere-and the Gunsmith's sure that a man called the Shadow Walker is behind it. 'Cause everything the owlhoot touches disappears-and he moves without a trace.
Slocum is always bad news for outlaws… Despite its name, there’s always trouble brewing in the small mining town of Nirvana, Nevada. John Slocum’s just riding through, when the comely widow Mrs. Benteen—and newspaper reporter—asks for his help on a scoop about claim-jumpers. If no news is good news, then for Slocum this is downright bad… Slocum reckons he’d rather mosey along, but he’s never left a widow—especially a right pretty one—high and dry. But when claim-jumpers find him snooping around Nirvana, Slocum had better defend himself before he makes the papers—the obituaries, that is…
The importance of gunsmithing in Virginia during the colonial period is clear. Gunsmiths were found nearly everywhere: in port towns along the coast, in settled inland areas, and - probably the busiest ones - on the frontier. As with most craftsmen, many of these men remain obscure. They left little trace and the records reveal their names only incidentally. With the revolutionary war, gunsmiths of unusual ability appeared.