Brandon's Posse

Brandon’s PosseShawn Starbuck had searched for his brother Ben across the whole southwest—and now the gap seemed to be narrowing. That was why Shawn couldn’t refuse to join the rag-tag posse that Sheriff Harry Brandon was raising to hunt down a thieving crew of outlaw killers. Because there was a hard-luck chance that Ben was among the ones Brandon vowed to bring back, perhaps alive but preferably dead. So Starbuck rode out toward the high country with Brandon, and a bitter black cowboy named Rome, and a fall-down drunk named Glider, and a yellow belly named Moody. And Starbuck had to decide when the showdown came which way to point his gun ...The Devil’s GunhandSheriff Sam Culver’s murder wasn’t something to be brushed under a rug and forgotten. Shawn Starbuck had signed on as Culver’s deputy, and now it was up to him to find the killer. He suspected the obnoxious son of the town’s leading citizen, but nobody was willing to believe him. Some even accused Starbuck himself of the murder. When he hit the trail, all the cards were stacked against him bringing back the real culprit … if he managed to live that long. It wasn’t Shawn Starbuck’s town, and it wasn’t his fight—he’d been drawn into it by accident. But the murder of a man, any man, and the willful ignoring of the law ... hell, that was everyone’s problem!