The Stampeders (Savage Texas)
William W. Johnstone, J. A. Johnstone
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The Greatest Western Writer Of The 21st Century
A Yankee and an outlaw have become unlikely partners in a tough Texas town. In the blockbuster new series by USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors William W. Johnstone and J.A. Johnstone, Sam Heller and Johnny Cross face a stampede of danger--ignited by one pretty little woman. . .
Angel Of Death
When a lovely lady steps off a dusty stagecoach in Hangtree, the hardest heart skips a beat--and Sam Heller falls hard for her. What Hangtree doesn't know, however, is that Julia Pepperday isn't who she pretends to be. She is the daughter of the late Black Ear Skinner, a notorious outlaw who wanted his only child to have all the advantages in life and sent her back east.
Black Ear Skinner's apple hasn't fallen far from the tree, though. Julia has turned her back on the fancy boarding school and set her sights on Hangtree, because that's where Sam Heller has built a hard-earned fortune. Backed by her late father's gang, Julia is out to separate Sam from his money and destroy Hangtree in the process. But while Sam and Hangtree have lost their heads, Johnny Cross has kept his--and he's getting ready for war. . .
anyway? That man had ties to some bad folk. Real bad.” “I know. I should have stayed clear of him. But I didn’t. I let whiskey lure me. He was willing to buy and I was willing to drink with him, and after that I just ended up riding with him a spell. I shouldn’t have done it. I knew he was a no-’count man.” “Worse than that. He was part of the Black Ear bunch, you know it? You’ll not run across fouler scoundrels than them devils. And dear departed Hiram ain’t the only Black Ear we’ve had show
he works there. But he ain’t there this afternoon. Hey, why were all them people around you in there?” A wry expression crossed Julia’s face. “People are odd ducks, Timothy. They’re always looking for somebody to watch and hold up on their shoulders or stand on a pedestal, because those people are stronger or bigger or braver or prettier or whatever. Well, for some reason this town has decided to make me that person. Until the next one comes along.” “I don’t understand.” “Have you heard the
around him as if he really were her uncle and someone she was happy to be with. It was only threats, though, that kept her clinging to the man. He had told her that if he felt her let go of him, he would cut her arms off at the elbows and see how she liked that. She clung on hard. They shunned the main street and approached the bank from the side and rear. Cale and his prisoner girl, three others of the gang, and that was all. The others were all delegated to start, and as much as possible,
Is that what you mean, Timothy?” “Oh, no, no, ma’am! He’s nice to a lot of people. Bad folks, though, mean folks, he ain’t nice to them.” “Well, that’s how it should be, I suppose,” Julia said. “Timothy, it’s such a pleasure to meet you! You’ve done a good job of sweeping here . . . I’ve never seen so clean a boardwalk!” “I try hard, ma’am. If I don’t, Mr. Lockhart, he’ll say to me, ‘Tim boy, there’s as much dirt on the boardwalk as there is in the street.’” Timothy paused and laughed at the
the platform. A shattering shower of adobe and splintered wood rained down on Flintlock and acrid dust filled his lungs. He threw the mattress aside and staggered to his feet, just as Abe Roper kicked aside debris and stepped through the hole in the jailhouse wall. “Sam, get the hell out of there,” Roper said. “I got your hoss outside.” Flintlock grabbed the Hawken, none the worse for wear, and stumbled outside. As Roper swung into the saddle, Chinese Charlie Fong, grinning as always, tossed