The quintessential Halloween tale... Complete with wonderful illustrations, this story is a thrilling accounting of pioneer twins, Korty and Kirsty Kjellberg who, with their magic jack o' lantern, are the unlikely founders of the very first Halloween.

Nearly a year has passed since the incarceration of Governor Sheffield Rittinger and his twice deceased wife. But, the Rittingers' syndicate is a huge and enormously wealthy organization; deep pockets have bought the most noted attorneys east of the Mississippi and these shark have bribed, threatened and murdered prison officials, rigged juries, destroyed evidence and, most recently, commenced a campaign using a team of hardened professionals to eliminate key witnesses. Samantha Dexter is priority one on the Rittingers' list. However, before their killers can do the job, Sam is abducted by a...

Not many people west of the Great Lakes had baseball on their mind during the long winter of '49 -- '50. Fewer still were concerned with fastball. But the twenty-eight farm kids attending Heidelberg, the last remaining one-room school in the district, were positively possessed with the game. Faced with losing their school, the hayseeds had a point to prove to the town people and their dodgy team, the Wexford Wizards. Armed with two weather-checked bats, one frayed softball and an ancient pancake catcher's mitt, they were determined to set things right and settle the score on the ball diamond....

Echoes of the Equinox, the enchanting sequel to 'No Quit' in C.C. Phillips' new Jesse Sterling series: Because we'd had a fair amount of rain during the harvest of '50, Dad figured we ought to plant a few acres of fall rye to give us a jump on spring seeding next year; and it is a good thing we did because we thrashed a bumper crop in February '51. As a rule, that doesn't happen in this corner of the globe. The extended summer also afforded us time for unearthing whatever lay at the other end of that mammoth tusk I had tripped over in the rye field...

In the1870's, two hundred forty million dollars is an incomprehensible figure - even for the United States government - but that is the amount the treasury has slated for railroad construction. President Grant's vision is to have a colossal steel network connecting east, west, north and south; bringing modernization to every corner of the country. But there aren't many people the President can trust with a quarter billion dollars. Everybody wants a fistful; a few want it all. Funds are disappearing faster than rifle smoke on a windy afternoon. Grant's private emissary, Preston Diamond, is...