A range war was brewing, and even though Sundance wanted no part of it, fate dealt him in anyway. But right from the start, the odds were stacked against him.

To begin with, there was the vicious land baron Lem Barkalow and his hired killer, Beecher Strawn. Then there was Col Garvey and his wild bunch - Ear-cutter Jack, who had killed at least thirty men and taken an ear from each victim, dried it, and strung it on a necklace he wore draped around his neck; Weasel - tall, unbelievably slim, almost chinless, his eyes a strange red-glinting hue and as blood-thirsty as his namesake; Chico Lopez, the artist with the knife; Garth, the powder-man, who could take a can of Hercules, or this new-fangled dynamite, and open any safe anybody had ever built.

But Sundance didn't care about the odds. He was going to play the game right down to the last, bloody hand.

Both the Indians and the U.S. Cavalry were being victimized. A lone crazed Cheyenne was on a personal warpath against both sides and neither brigades of bluecoats nor tribes of braves could end his reign of terror. They needed to pit one man against one crazed Indian.
That man was Sundance.

Half-breed Jim Sundance rode right into the middle of the bloodiest feud in Arizona. Coffin City was split between gunfighter Tulso Dart and the murderous Cable clan. The Cables were backed by the crooked sheriff—Tulso Dart by a dying killer named Doc Ramsey. Sundance had his reasons for being there, but before it was over a lot of men would die in the dust.

Half English, half-Cheyenne Indian, Sundance was a half-breed who took on jobs no one else would handle, a killer who never missed. And he charged plenty for his services. But when his old friend George Crook asked Sundance to step into the most explosive situation of his career, as a personal favor, Sundance agreed. He was the only man alive who could keep the Sioux nation from going on the warpath—and Russia from going to war with America. Sundance was the best … but just maybe this time out the job was too much even for him!

The town of Bootstrap, Nevada, was being terrorized by a killer they called the Big Fifty Sniper. Folks had a hunch it had something to do with the Lost Pistol silver mine, but no one knew for sure. Then Sundance, the half-breed professional gunman, rode into town. He was just in time to save young Billy Mercer from a hangman's knot. Furthermore, he was also willing to chase the sniper down ... for a price. There was no job too touch for Sundance, if the price was right.

Marauding Comanches had kidnapped beautiful Virginia Stevens. Her uncle would pay anything to get her back, and he knew Sundance was the only man who could bring it off.

Sundance was called in to try to stop a crazed white-hating Indian from turning the entire western frontier into a bloody no-man's land. The fanatic Indian had organized the Ghost Dancers, a nation of Indians gathered from every tribe from Canada to the Mexican border.

The Indian Ring's sticky-fingered Washington politicians and their local bully boys's were looting millions of dollars that should have gone to the reservations, to buy food, blankets, supplies. They knew Sundance was gunning for them, so they tried to make him run.

Someone wanted Sundance dead, and they wanted it bad enough to pay eight hard cases to trail him into the hell-hot Texas desert and risk their lives for one yellow scalp. There was only one way for Sundance to save himself-and that was kill them all ... and that's what he did.

The Appaloosa horses bred by Chief Joseph's Nez Perce Indians were the finest anywhere. That's why the Army wanted to get its hands on the herd so it could breed up top-quality remounts and ride the Indians down even easier. To do it, they hired a sadistic horse-trader named Luke Drury.
There was just one problem. Jim Sundance had no intention of letting Drury or the Army get their hands on the Appaloosas. Instead he planned to sell them to an English aristocrat and have them taken out of the country. But Drury played rough ... up to and including cold-blooded murder. So now it became a race against time. Hunted every step of the way, Sundance, and the beautiful Lady Bucknell, had to get the horses to the relative safety of Mormon country, and then get them shipped out to England. But they were going to fight on their hands - one that could only end in wholesale slaughter!

BRING IN GERONIMO!

It was the fall of 1875 and all the Plains tribes were at peace. But then General Custer found gold in the Black Hills and set out to stir up a war to save his prestige. Jim Sundance's hatred for Custer was like a burning flame. He vowed to have his revenge after being imprisoned for four months by the general - and if he did Custer would never leave Little Big Horn alive.

Jim Sundance, half-white, half-Cheyenne gunslinger found himself hip-deep in the big strike that had hit the Dakota Territory. A money-hungry head of a band of buffalo hunters swore he would grab the lion's share of the loot. Before Sundance faced him in a showdown, he would tangle with the conceited General George A. Custer, a kill-crazy Sioux medicine man and Lucille, the beautiful, hot-blooded boss of the Hills' wildest saloon.

Jim Sundance, half-white, half-Cheyenne gunslinger found himself hip-deep in the big strike that had hit the Dakota Territory. A money-hungry head of a band of buffalo hunters swore he would grab the lion's share of the loot. Before Sundance faced him in a showdown, he would tangle with the conceited General George A. Custer, a kill-crazy Sioux medicine man and Lucille, the beautiful, hot-blooded boss of the Hills' wildest saloon.

Sundance, the professional fighting man of the plains and the Baron from the Austrian Court made a deal. For $35,000 the big man with the bronzed face and the yellow hair would take the nobleman into deadly Apache territory to search for Emperor Maximilian of Mexico's priceless treasure of lost jewels.

They called him Sundance. A big man with the bronzed face of a Cheyenne and a mane of yellow hair. He had ranged from Canada to Mexico, from the Mississippi to the Shining Mountains and west to the Pacific. He could take any man apart with rifle, pistol, knife - or Indian-style with bow, arrows, lance and tomahawk. He was a professional fighting man and no job was too tough if the price was right.