This volume assembles 4 great Western novels, including:

THE VOICE AT JOHNNYWATER, by B.M. BowerTHE RIDER OF THE MOHAVE, by James FellomSMOKE OF THE .45, by Harry Sinclair DragoTHE TEXICAN, by Dane Coolidge

If you enjoy this ebook, search your favorite ebook store for "Wildside Press MEGAPACK" to see the 400+ other entries in the best-selling series, covering not just westerns, but mysteries, science fiction, young adult, romance, and just about every other subject.

Excerpt: "e;It was three in the morning, but Geerusalem had not yet closed its eyes. There was too much undug gold in the hills; it was too handy-too easy come, easy go; the days, too short; the pleasures, too wanton, too alluring. The camp of Geerusalem promenaded, gambled, danced, fought, debauched the night away, waiting for to-morrow. Far out on desolate Soapweed Plains, rose the intermittent, yelping wail-bark of a coyote. The back door of a little store that fronted on the main street opened cautiously. The interior of what was a kitchen was dark; the flower-garden yard into which it gave, was also dark. The shadowy form of a man emerged and halted; he peered carefully about through the gloom. A smaller figure followed, pausing on the threshold-a woman, her white apron and snowy hair quite visible. The man turned, took her in his arms impulsively, and held her close to his breast."e;

This volume assembles 4 great Western novels, including:

THE VOICE AT JOHNNYWATER, by B.M. BowerTHE RIDER OF THE MOHAVE, by James FellomSMOKE OF THE .45, by Harry Sinclair DragoTHE TEXICAN, by Dane Coolidge

If you enjoy this ebook, search your favorite ebook store for "Wildside Press MEGAPACK" to see the 400+ other entries in the best-selling series, covering not just westerns, but mysteries, science fiction, young adult, romance, and just about every other subject.

Excerpt: "e;It was three in the morning, but Geerusalem had not yet closed its eyes. There was too much undug gold in the hills; it was too handy-too easy come, easy go; the days, too short; the pleasures, too wanton, too alluring. The camp of Geerusalem promenaded, gambled, danced, fought, debauched the night away, waiting for to-morrow. Far out on desolate Soapweed Plains, rose the intermittent, yelping wail-bark of a coyote. The back door of a little store that fronted on the main street opened cautiously. The interior of what was a kitchen was dark; the flower-garden yard into which it gave, was also dark. The shadowy form of a man emerged and halted; he peered carefully about through the gloom. A smaller figure followed, pausing on the threshold-a woman, her white apron and snowy hair quite visible. The man turned, took her in his arms impulsively, and held her close to his breast."e;