J. R. Roberts

Spotting a photo in a newspaper she thinks is her father sends Roxy Doyle to Santa Fe, New Mexico. A visit to the Mathew Brady studio-and a dalliance with an artist-confirms her suspicions and directs her to Tombstone, to the Fly Gallery, right next to the O.K. Corral. Roxy has no idea what a powderkeg she's riding into. All she wants to learn is who took her father's picture, and if Gavin Doyle told the photographer where he was going. But with Wyatt Earp, Doc Holiday, Johnny Ringo, and the Clantons facing off, she finds she just might be in the middle of a hailstorm of lead. But whose side would she be on?

Clint is approached while in Denver by a young woman who asks him if he will guide her back along the trail taken by the wagon train that brought her there when she was younger. Her mother has died recently, but her father perished years ago along that trail, and she wishes to find his grave and bring him to Denver to lie beside his wife. Clint agrees to help her, but when the search for her father's grave turns deadly, he starts to wonder what else might be buried with him?

To the Gunsmith, there's no one more low-down than a rich man who pays other people to do his dirty work. Michael Percy, a businessman from Omaha, Nebraska, seems to be in the habit. First, he has his own mistress killed. Then, he has a corrupt sheriff try to pin the murder on one of Clint's lady friends. But it's even worse when a rich man bites off more than he can chew. Percy brings a hired killer into town to put Clint six feet under. Money might buy a lot of things, but Michael Percy and his gang are about to learn that all the money in the world won't make the Gunsmith go away...

Clint Adams aims to kick back in a sleepy North Dakota town and enjoy some time off. But when you're the Gunsmith, trouble doesn't take vacations...Now he's caught in a feud between two horsebreeders. One of them is his old friend. Nelson Fox. The other is Fox's rival-who's convinced that the Gunsmith is only in town to add fuel to the fire. So he hires an eager young gunslick for himself-and if the greenhorn's draw is as quick as his mouth, Clint's vacation might turn out to be permanent...

Clint Adams is just passing through Benton's Fork when he notices the Carnival Flora setting up camp just outside of town. Clint takes a liking to the carnival people-they seem like decent enough folk. But a strange magician has them all spooked. All except Clint, that is.When the bank gets robbed, the sheriff is thirsting for justice. Forty thousand dollars is missing, and the locals want to round up a posse and go after the magician and his carnival freaks. Someone's gonna pay...and the Gunsmith's right in the middle.

A vicious, murdering gang is blazing its way across the prairie, leaving a bloody trail of corpses in its wake. But what really riles Clint Adams is that these desperadoes do their dirty work while calling themselves lawmen.Clint had heard of Daniel Tolliver and his team of killers long before their paths crossed in New Mexico Territory. Aiming straight for the shiny badges they're hiding behind, the Gunsmith plans to show them what law and order really means...

"Clint Adams stumbled into a camp of sodbusters-and was greeted with waving gun barrels. Clint can only hope the next soil these folks turn isn't for a fresh grave.The settlers beg Clint to join their feud with deep-pockets landgrabber David Peck. After Clint blasts four of Peck's hired guns full of holes, he finds himself with a new enemy-one who relishes the thought of taking down some squatters... with the Gunsmith along for the ride "

When Clint Adams brought the corpse of a murdered prospector into Silver City, he thought it was the end of an adventure. But now, the victim's beautiful daughter needs him to help claim the cache of Spanish gold her father says he found.Someone else would like to get his hands on this gold-Silver City's corrupt sheriff. And if he can't split half of the gold with the Gunsmith, he'll gladly give him a full share of lead-in the back