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She is a prostitute until she gets fired and has to leave town. She becomes the mail-order bride of a Baptist preacher in a small town in North Central Texas. She tells the marriage broker about her past but doesn’t tell her husband-to-be. As life deals its twists and turns, will the truth finally be found out? She’s afraid to admit that she does have a past that wouldn’t be prudent for a pastor's wife. This story will tell of the trials she will have to overcome to prove herself worthy of her new position in this small town.

A small-town sheriff worn out after serving his ungrateful town tracks down a killer - and in the process encounters all sorts of obsticles. What will happen when he finds the killer? Join The Last Ride for adventure and excitment.

The awful war was finally over and I was going home. I hoped I still had a home. I didn't leave on very good terms. Me heading north and my three brothers going south. Pa said he just couldn't understand how a son of his could turn against his family like that. I tried to explain my convictions, but he didn't want to listen. So I climbed up on my horse and pointed him north. I got about 100 yards out, then I stopped, turned in the saddle and said goodbye to the home I had known for all of my 17years.

Today he was going to collect 500 dollars with this one shot. Vincent McConnell is a bounty hunter with a reputation for always bringing in his man, dead or alive. He learned a long time ago that dead was a lot easier.

When 16-year-old Benjamin Bradley kills his step-daddy, he is transformed into a ruthless killer, seemingly without a conscience. The sheriff forces him to leave town or stand trial for murder. He then shoots the sheriff in the back and kills him. Killing seems to come so easy for him that he kills the livery stable owner, steals a horse, and rides out of town. He's not only a bad guy. He's the worst of the worse. He's a cold-blooded killer. He kills indiscriminately. No one is safe when he goes on a killing rampage.

Cowboy is pursued by outlaw. Gets shot and cornered in cabin.

The exciting new western from Texas best seller J.C. Hulsey! Have you ever been to Hell? Hell, Texas? So it was on that particular day at that particular time in that particular Texas town, Tebo Sterling, Texas Bounty Hunter was born.

I'm hated by ignorant people who don't realize that this is a job just like chopping wood or baking bread. Someone has to do it. I decided if I'm the one to do it, I'm going to be the best.

"Shot him in the belly, so he died real slow. You know what happens when you get shot in the belly? You can't move. You can't breathe. You feel yourself filling up with blood. With pain. And you can't die. Not yet."

There's always tomorrow. Yes, there's always tomorrow. And yesterday. And the nights with the same dreams. Dead men's faces taunting me. Always taunting me. An old gunfighter told me one time, "The only way to stop the dreams is to let your opponent win. It's a guaranteed cure. No more dreams." "Sounds too final for me," I told him. "I'll just keep having the dreams."

The town was named Itching Tree because when the first settlers arrived, one of the trees was covered with poison oak and poison ivy. Anyone who got near it would itch for days, even weeks. Only one out of several trees was contaminated. The people tried everything to rid the tree of the poison, but nothing seemed to work. Then one day, almost six months later, magically the tree was clear of all signs of the poison. No one knows what happened. It seemed like a miracle had happened overnight.

Justifiable homicide. That's what they called it. Therefore, I only had to serve 20 years instead of the mandatory life sentence, for murder. The judge said I could have been hanged. I got out in 17 years for good behavior. Now here I am on my way home, wondering if I still have a home, still have a wife. Do I still have a son? Did she wait, like she said she would in the few letters that I received? I wouldn't blame her if she didn't. Seventeen years is a long time to wait for a passionate woman like her.

Gabriel Montague, a newspaper man from Philadelphia, is searching for anomalies in the Appalachian Mountains to write a series of stories for his newspaper, when he comes across something, or someone, like he has never encountered before in all his travels.

While visiting with my aunt and uncle, in Itching Tree, Idaho, I received a telegram. It was from Mayor Madison of Windy Butte, New Mexico. I had taken care of a problem they had when we passed through there on our way to Velvet Sky, Arizona. It seemed they had a similar situation now. The new sheriff they hired was causing all kinds of grief and trouble.

I was born with a deformity that the doctors had no name for. You see, I was born ugly. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me..." Whoever said that never had hurtful words hurled at them like brimstone from Heaven.

We all went over to the sound, and there in the bushes was a young Indian brave. He was in pretty bad shape. The other Indians must have thought he had run off when the fighting started, or maybe they didn't care because he was so young, so they didn't bother looking for him. He was probably 10 or 11 years old, too young to be going on a raid like this.

"I'm afraid, Murph," I said. "What if she won't accept a one-armed man?" She turned me loose and stepped back. I stood, letting her take a good look at me. The whole me. The half me. Her eyes moved slowly up and down my body, her eyes finally coming to rest on my empty sleeve. My heart seemed to stop beating. My breath caught in my throat.

Francis Gertrude O'Brian (Trudy), a rawboned 18-year-old freckle-faced redhead, is physically and mentally abused by her two sisters, then sexually abused by her neighbor boys. She becomes a little mixed up and confused in her thinking. Perhaps it's because she's so young that she doesn't think things through before she acts. She commits many acts of robbery and murder; however, as she grows older and matures, her thinking becomes clearer, and she seemingly wants to do good.

Greed is an awful thing. It can take over a person's mind and consume all their energy, until it is brought to fulfillment in either of two ways. One being death, or the other way, which is the preferable way, is to find and procure that which a person is greedy for.

"You ready to tell me what we're carrying?" "Why is it so important for you to know?" "Well first place, if it was nitroglycerin, then I would take another route. If it was whiskey I'd stop for a drink any time. Why is it you don't want to tell me?" "Alright, if you must know, it's dynamite." "Dynamite! Why in blazes didn't you tell me that when we started?" "If you had known would you have agreed to carry it?" "Probably not."