Killer's Council
Warfield Hunter's personal vendetta against the Farrel gang led him to the little town of Kimble — just in time to save the sheriff's life in a shootout with two of those deadly killers. But Hunter knew that Farrel would never stand for this, that Kimble was a doomed town unless everyone backed up the sheriff. What he didn't know was that certain prominent citizens had decided it was to their advantage for Kimble to be destroyed — and how could even War Hunter save a town that was bent on its own destruction?

Gunman's Graveyard
Hunter had managed to get away from the Indians, but alone in the middle of nowhere with a poisoned Comanche arrow sticking out of his side, what good was that going to do him? Then two men came riding up, and found him lying on the ground, burning with fever; unable to speak. Help at last? Not quite — they stole his horse, money and saddle, and left him for the vultures. But Hunter had more lives than a cat … and if he survived this one, he'd also have a new mission of revenge!

The Great Salt Lake Massacre
Hunter, the gunslinger, was always trying to keep one step ahead of his deadly reputation. That's why he traveled alone. And when he let lovely Ella Phillips accompany him, he knew he was asking for trouble. It came quick enough — in the shape of a man who recognized Ella from her shady past. One carefully aimed rifle did the stranger in, only now they were forced to make a getaway — fast. They joined a wagon train heading west, but instead of avoiding danger they ran right into it. Did Hunter, the killer, stand a chance against a rampaging band of hotheaded Utes? It would take more than bullets and brawn to survive … The Great Salt Lake Massacre!

Bitter Blood
Riding shotgun for Lost Creek's stage line, Warfield Hunter couldn't be careful enough. The empty dirt roads were full of plenty of dust, plenty of strangers, and plenty of trouble. A lot of gunslingers felt they'd been double-crossed by the famous sharpshooter. Banding together, they schemed to ride into Lost Creek and avenge themselves on Hunter. The outlaw grapevine was swifter than Mr. Morse's telegraph and a couple of bandits who were after Warhunter's woman hooked into the plan. There was no better way into town than the stage, and there was no better way to settle the score than to have shotgun Warhunter protect the passage of the very men who sought to kill him ...