Her Kiss Was Wine, Her Guns Were Death
Quick Trigger Showdown In Smoky Hill
Hashknife Hartley and Sleepy Stevens take sides in a blazing range war
The town was tough, like its men — only Buchman could be tougher
Also, No Guns For Sodbusters
Only In A Coffin Could Bill Randall Return From The Owl-Hoot Trail
A Savage Indian…
A Nobel White Woman…
A Tempestuous Hunger…
From the back:
She looked down on his body . . . and knew
Ripped from their villages… decimated by the cruel guns of the white man – these were the handful of near-naked Apaches, still roaming the blood-soaked sands.
And when she set eyes on his magnificent bronze body, slashed though it was by cavalry bullet and sabre, she knew that this Indian was the man she wanted…
APACHE GREED is blistering novel of the Southwest – pulsing with the passion of two people – a beautiful white woman, and an Apache warrior.