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Head West (The Collected Western Stories of B.J. Holmes)

Thu, 01 Oct 2020 16:00:13 +0300

For the first time ever, Piccadilly Publishing presents SEVENTEEN classic western stories by B. J . Holmes, bestselling author of THE REAPER and SHATTERHAND series!

GRIMM HEFTED THE CLEAVER.
It was bigger than a throwing axe but it had a similar balance. He raised it and waited. Spurred on by his boss the ugly squat figure of Toad burst through the door, two guns at the ready. What could Grimm do with no guns against two? In the situation as it was, Jonathan Grimm had one, and only one, chance. He grabbed the cleaver and hurled it. Its vertical rotations whooshed the air rhythmically slicing through the dust motes. It split the reptilian gunny at the neck as easy as splitting a melon; and just as messy as that action could be. With no noise other than an ugly gurgle, Toad staggered back and collapsed in a bloody heap. Then bullets started slamming non-stop into the building from back and front...

Shatterhand and the People

Sat, 11 Nov 2000 21:07:57 +0200

In the path of the white man's westward expansion stands the camp of the largest gathering of warriors ever seen. These are The People – Sioux, Cheyenne and Arapaho: former enemies united into a massive force by Chiefs Roman Nose and Red Cloud.Now the legendary frontiersman, Shatterhand, is sent by General Sherman to parley with the chiefs ... and if possible avoid a full-scale Indian War!

A Legend Called Shatterhand

Mon, 11 Nov 2002 15:15:48 +0200

Responsible for the upkeep of law and order throughout the whole of Montana territory, the Second Cavalry had its meager forces stretched to the limit. The Sioux were riding north and raiding Crow camps near Rosebud Creek. Over the border the British needed horses for their new mounted police force and were offering $100 a bronc, an incentive for any two-bit rustler who could handle a rope and didn't mind how many folks he shot up, red or white. Worse, hard cases learned there was a large consignment of Army pay, poorly guarded at Fort Shaw.It was into this powder keg that a tall mysterious frontiersman strode. The man had the bearing of someone who had made a name for himself a long, long time ago. And indeed he had. For this was old Shatterhand. A brand new challenge awaited one of the most famous characters in the whole of western literature.