A Lone Star Christmas

A family of Scottish warriors. A stranger in a new land. . .. From the bestselling authors William W. Johnstone and J.A. Johnstone, the blazing saga of Duff MacCallister, heir to a legacy of courage.

A Killing Too Far

Duff MacCallister fled the Scottish Highlands for a new world in Wyoming Territory. Betrothed to a good woman, Duff has the bad luck to be standing in the Chugwater Bank when a violent robbery explodes around him. With one man dead by Duff's gun, and another under arrest, a team of bandits swarms outside of town. As witnesses, Duff, a banker, and a beautiful barmaid are whisked into the town's hotel for safe-keeping as the outlaws threaten the defenseless town with a bloodbath if their fellow bandit isn't set free.

Except no MacCallister has ever run from trouble. With a scoped Creedmoor rifle he goes after the Taylor gang, one bad guy at a time. . ..But Duff doesn't know that fate--and a little twist of frontier justice--will give the Taylor Gang one last chance for a shocking, treacherous act of revenge. . .

In the harsh, unforgiving American frontier, in the vast wilderness that is Wyoming, a ruthless gang of cutthroats is ripping a bloody swath of death and destruction through the territory. No one can stop them. . .no one, that is, except for a legendary mountain man named Matt Jensen.

Massacre at Powder River

The kind of man for whom God created the gun, Smoke Jensen stands as a force of will in the brutal, lawless west. Messing with his wife is a bad idea. . .

Into The Valley Of Death

The adopted son of mountain man Smoke Jensen, he has carved out his destiny in the rugged American frontier. His name is Matt Jensen. He lives by the gun--and surrenders to no one. . .

Like Father. Like Son. Like Hell.

Frank Morgan has one son he knows of--and Kid Morgan has become famous in his own right. But in Montana, Frank comes face-to-face with a young man with a deadly swagger and a stunning claim: that he's Frank's son, too. And he's here to gun his old man down.

When The Bullets Start To Fly

Smoke Jensen sat in a cave and boiled the last of his coffee. He figured he was in Idaho-somewhere south of Montpelier-but he was certain about only two things: he was cold and he was being hunted by a small army of men. Smoke knew why he was cold-it was winter. He just didn't have a clear idea of why anyone was after him.