The Stampeders (Savage Texas)
William W. Johnstone, J. A. Johnstone
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The Greatest Western Writer Of The 21st Century
A Yankee and an outlaw have become unlikely partners in a tough Texas town. In the blockbuster new series by USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors William W. Johnstone and J.A. Johnstone, Sam Heller and Johnny Cross face a stampede of danger--ignited by one pretty little woman. . .
Angel Of Death
When a lovely lady steps off a dusty stagecoach in Hangtree, the hardest heart skips a beat--and Sam Heller falls hard for her. What Hangtree doesn't know, however, is that Julia Pepperday isn't who she pretends to be. She is the daughter of the late Black Ear Skinner, a notorious outlaw who wanted his only child to have all the advantages in life and sent her back east.
Black Ear Skinner's apple hasn't fallen far from the tree, though. Julia has turned her back on the fancy boarding school and set her sights on Hangtree, because that's where Sam Heller has built a hard-earned fortune. Backed by her late father's gang, Julia is out to separate Sam from his money and destroy Hangtree in the process. But while Sam and Hangtree have lost their heads, Johnny Cross has kept his--and he's getting ready for war. . .
studied it seriously. “I’ve seen this man,” he said. “Who is he?” asked Heller. “I’m not sure. His features are very damaged, as you can see. And besides that, I’m not sure I could place him. I see so many faces in my line of work.” “Well, Otto, we can bury him, throw him up on top of your wagon there and haul him on into Hangtree, or . . .” “Not on top of the wagon. He’d leak right through the wood into my darkroom box, and it’s close and hot in there. I’d never be able to use it again. I
Timothy, who was much less upset now than he had been earlier in the evening, found himself in agreement. They walked on toward the hidden-away shack home of the little Holt family, but the prospect of them actually entering the house seemed lessened now. They turned a corner and came in view of the Holt shack, and noticed a man standing past it, smoking a cigar and apparently watching the little house. When he noticed Timothy and Perkins, he seemed to start a little, but a moment later took
indication the woman could hear. She sang songs her mother had loved before her apoplexy and washed her brow with damp, cool cloths when the weather was hot. As much as she loved Rose Skinner, though, she could not escape the fact she was really doing her no good. Della was quite sure her mother had no notion even of her own existence, much less who she was and who it was who cared for her. Della couldn’t go on with it. Her mother’s needs were being met by paid nurses and domestics (most of them
to have hair that retained so much thickness and form after going unwashed for days. Me, my hair is a pancake against my noggin after a single night’s sleep. But look at you! All beauty and brightness no matter what.” “It’s because I have such a good caregiver looking out for me.” “It’s my delight, dear. It has brightened my week to have you with me, even under such dark-edged circumstances.” “You spoil me, Claire. You truly do.” “Oh! I almost forgot: The town dance was to be tomorrow night,
Sam. You got me two years in Yuma but you treated me fair and square. An’ you gave my old lady money the whole time I was inside. Now why did you do a dumb thing like that?” “You had growing young ’uns. Them kids had to be fed and clothed.” “Yeah, but why the hell did you do it?” “I just told you.” “I got no liking for bounty hunters, Sammy, but you was a true-blue white man, taking care of my family like that.” Roper was silent for a moment, then said, “Sally and the kids passed about three