Having barely recovered from attacks by outlaws, Indians, and the Old West’s version of hit men, Wolf Creek, Kansas, now faces a new threat. A megalomaniac is determined to own the entire county; possibly the state. Equipped with a fortune and a gaping hole where his conscience should be, he’ll let nothing stand in the way of his ambition, including dinosaur bones, cantankerous elderly ranchers, the local law…and schoolchildren. Since this is Wolf Creek, there will be blood.
On its best days, Wolf Creek, Kansas, isn’t a peaceful sort of place, but when a local drug lord and brothel owner decides the town ain’t big enough for him and any competitors, things go completely to hell without even the benefit of a handbasket. Disembodied heads in bloody burlap sacks start showing up on doorsteps … and that’s the least of the town’s worries. Book 8 may be the most blood-drenched in the series so far.
When a gang of outlaws attacks Texas Ranger Jim Blawcyzk’s wife and son, a dyed-in-the-wool lawman sheds his badge to get revenge. Determined to deliver justice personally this time, he disobeys orders and sets out after the lowlifes, not knowing whether his family will live or die of their wounds. Will he cross the line and become exactly the sort of man he’s always hunted?
Harrison Wilke is anything but heroic. In fact, on most days he’s doing good to rise to the level of milquetoast. He’s afraid of horses. He doesn’t like cattle. Thanks to living in the east after his father’s death, he’s far too erudite and cultured to waste his talents on the Kansas frontier where the most sophisticated of the locals is about as polished as a rusty nail. When Harrison hits upon a get-rich-scheme, all seems to go well...until the hemp neckties come out.
Though he’s better known for his crime, mystery, and horror fiction, Ed Gorman is no slouch at writing westerns, either. Gorman’s spare style and uncomplicated prose make it easy to imagine the author as a storyteller in the oral tradition, forced to put pen to paper during an attack of laryngitis. Perhaps nowhere is that better expressed than in this anthology. The collection of nine short tales provides eloquent evidence of the author’s exceptional range in storytelling.