Clint Adams's old friend Johnny Blevins has hit the big time-and the big money. But he also has to deliver half of his new windfall to the bank-which means the Gunsmith is riding shotgun.
Indians are on the war path—and Longarm’s in the way. An Indian war party is ready to massacre a group of miners, blaming them for the murder of their clan sister. The miners say they only found the body—and they may be telling the truth. But the Indians have only given Longarm until the dark of the moon to catch the killer—just eight days—or they will wipe out the miners’ camp. Facing such a fearsome fate, the miners—and the murderer—may take flight. So far, only Longarm’s reputation is preventing a bloodbath. But he has very few clues—and about two hundred suspects. This is a job that’s going to take some deep digging…
HARROWING HARLOTS Word is that women are being plucked from cathouses across Wyoming, and the Gunsmith refuses to ignore it—a lady is a lady after all. What at first seems to be a tall tale becomes very real when Clint Adams learns that all of the establishments have had two customers in common. One of them, Coltraine, is known as the Shadow Walker—because everything he touches disappears and he moves through the West without a trace. Clint has been itching to get his hands on Coltraine, but that will be about as easy as catching his own shadow...
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.