The Comanche Crossing–the dreaded width of the Staked Plain between the Texas brasada and Colorado.

McAllister and a handful of men, with three thousand cattle, would have to challenge distance, thirst and the most dreaded Indians in the West if they were to make it across in one piece.

But that might be easier said than done, because the Comanche, the finest horsemen in the world, reckoned McAllister owed them a life, and they were determined to collect in full …

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On the run from the law, McAllister was hired to guard a bunch of gold-crazy treasure-seekers.

He had to contend with marauding Apaches, a murderous sheriff, a treacherous partner and a beautiful girl.

And when it looked as if he didn't have a prayer, McAllister began to wish he'd never heard of the Spanish Gold...

Rem McAllister was one man alone.

They drove off his precious horses.
They burned his home.
They chased him off his land.
He had dared to use the open range claimed by the powerful cattle barons, and now he must pay the price.

But they had overlooked the most important face of all – McAllister never surrenders!

McAllister had a whole band of Cheyenne on his conscience. On him depended whether they lived or died.

Brevington was a preacher and a soldier – so he fought against the Indians, and he prayed against them, too. Wild Bill Hickok never forgot a debt, and he owned McAllister considerably. When they met, two great legends of the Old West came together.

And when they both encountered Brevington, they would add even more to their legends ...

McAllister was totally dedicated to hunting one man. He had no name, but a reputation for violence and evil.

The young and beautiful Ana was caught in the crossfire. Week in and week out, McAllister remorselessly followed his quarry across the Wind River Country and down into the flats of the Humboldt Basin. Their final duel would be a clash of giants, one master pitting his skill against another's. For they were two men at the peak of their professions – one a lawman, the other a thief and killer.

Cunning against cunning.
Gun against gun.
Totally without pity.

It was not McAllister's speed with a gun – nor his accuracy. It was his infernal luck. The way he walked away alive from every fight.

Brennan was nervous. He had come to Black Horse to kill. And McAllister was wearing the sheriff's badge. At stake was the life of a newspaperman who opposed the land-grabbing ranchers. Also the safety of his beautiful daughter ... and the future of the terrorized small farmers.

But the hired assassin and the lawman had one thing in – a passion for horses. And it was McAllister's plan to bait his trap by staging the greatest horse-race the West had ever known ...

Gold is where you find it.

Nobody knew where old Whiskey Joe had found his. But there were a good many hard-cases who wanted to know. And they were ready to go to any lengths to get their hands on it. intended to stop them.

They knew that McAllister was tough, capable and incorruptible. They also knew that many men before had tried to kill him. But he was only one man, and some day his luck had to run out – hadn't it?

Caleb Hughes aimed to hang McAllister. He had an old grudge to settle. Besides, men would then talk about him from Canada to the Mexican border.

McAllister was on the trail of a bunch of desperate horse-thieves. They had stolen his famous California horses. What's more, they had killed his neighbour back in Black Horse.

Lured over the territorial line into wild, outlaw country, McAllister finds himself surrounded by renegades who want his end for something tha happened a thousand miles away in another place in another time. But McAllister plans to reverse the situation - by turning himself into ... wolf-bait!