No one in Crossfork Landing would dare call Powder River Bill Beedle a liar... he just stretches the truth a mite sometimes. Still, Clint Adams counted Bill as a friend-he'd trust him with his life, if necessary. But the Gunsmith isn't so sure about the fancy-talking English lord who's just hired them. Clint and Bill have to get him through hostile Indian country in one piece. It doesn't take long for the Gunsmith to realize that lies might sound better in a highfalutin accent-but they're still lies. Now the Gunsmith's got two questions. What's his lordship's real reason for the expedition?...

News travels slow sometimes on the frontier-but rumor spreads faster than fire through a hayloft. So when the Gunsmith reads a newspaper story about the death of his old friend Buckskin Frank Leslie, Clint aims to uncover the truth. He hooks up with another old saddle partner to follow a trail of rumors... a trail that leads him into a mess of trouble. Seems Clint didn't know Buckskin Frank Leslie as well as he thought. Tracking him down is going to be tougher than he expected... especially when Clint gets caught between a newspaperman and a couple of sticks of dynamite.

f there's one thing Clint Adams can't abide, it's cold-blooded killing. So when some greedy claim-jumper lays low his old mining pal in Nevada's bushwhacker territory, the Gunsmith vows to bring the scurvy vermin to justice. But that's not so easy in a corrupt boomtown like Helldorado. Gold-hungry prospectors and hired gunslingers are bad enough-but the sheriff from nearby Austin is even worse That is, until Helldorado's shapely new mayor gives Clint Adams a shiny silver star... and a free rein to clean up the town-Gunsmith style.

Gold fever The townsfolk of Apache Junction, Arizona, are plumb crazy with it. Every fortune hunter smart enough to work a pickax is hotfooting it to the Grand Canyon-to find out if the old Indian legend about lost Spanish gold is true. The Gunsmith would rather stay put in Apache Junction-with the luscious Lucy Holland. But when a prospector friend is in trouble-and men are dying left and right in the depths of the Canyon-Clint decides it's time to step in. And it's not long before he's fallen into a hellhole of trouble....

Ever since Clint Adams got the invitation from his old friend, Hank Sayles, he'd had an unsettling feeling that something in Plains was just plain wrong. Cattle rustling, ballot-box stuffing, bride selling, gunfighting...all in a town that was little more than a wide spot in the road. One thing the Gunsmith knows for sure: something big is brewing in this tiny town-and the blood ain't even begun to flow