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"One of the best acid tests of an introductory book...is that the text allows the reader to learn an important skill independent of the illustrations. Fly casting is very difficult to teach in person, and even more so in print, yet this book contains the best, the most interesting, and the most effective introduction to fly casting I have ever read."

Fate threw them together. A common goal united them. They were the Outcasts, men unwanted by their own kind, with no one to trust but each other. Together they rode through the West, determined to find a land where they could live their lives in their own way. But that search had to wait once the Outcasts came upon a young boy in danger. After his own blood kin was cruelly murdered, the boy was left an orphan, and the only witness to the cold-blooded crime. The Outcasts knew they had to help the boy find a home, but they didn't know the killers were on his trail, determined to silence him for good.

Society had turned its back on them, and they were only too happy to return the favor. They were the Outcasts, unwanted by their own people, with no one to rely on but themselves. Together they rode west, seeking a land where they could be free to live the way they wanted.

Though he made his name and fortune as an author of Western novels, Zane Grey's best writing has to do with fishing. There, he was free from the conventions of the Western genre and the market's expectations, and was able to blend his talent for narrative with his keen eye for detail and sense of humor (much of it self-deprecating) into his books and articles.

Texas Ranger, J. D. King feels like he's been rode hard and put away wet. After a shotgun blast took his half-brother, C. D. Hollis, King had nearly lost an arm seeing to the killer. Now, he's heading home for Christmas and a hard reunion with Hollis' family. Edwin Spivey has plans for Christmas and for King too. Some time back, Sheriff Hollis and Tom Trueblood put him in prison. Now, he's broken out to make them all pay, including their kin.

They were not wanted where they came from. They were not welcome anywhere. They were outcasts, rootless and friendless, until luck or destiny threw them together. A former Apache scout shunned by his tribe, an ex-Union Army major, a former Confederate captain, and two army deserters, all forced to band together to stay alive. That is, as long as they could avoid killing each other.

Gold - a man either had to fight for it or dig for it, and Bolton had always liked guns better than shovels. So he took the job Wells Fargo offered. It was five dollars a day and a new Greener shotgun - and all he had to do was shepherd a king's ransom in gold across 100 miles of Hell.

On June 25, 1876, five troops of the U. S. Seventh Cavalry, under command of General George Armstrong Custer, rode into the valley of the Little Big Horn River expecting to rout the Indian encampment there. Instead they were met by the gathered strength of the Sioux and Cheyenne warriors, who did not run, but turned to battle the soldiers.

Buck Wallace, a lone white man in the land of the Kwahadie Comanche, was determined to make his home by the Pecos River. He vowed to live alongside the Kwahadies and carve his own private paradise out of the wilderness. But the trail to peace was long, hard and stained with the blood of the few who went before him. He would have to brave the challenge of the legendary warrior Goyah...learn the perils and pleasures of love from the beautiful Kiowa woman Asa...and test his will to survive.

They were a rootless bunch, friendless and unwanted, shunned by everyone except each other. They were the Outcasts, a ragged group of men who made their own way through an unforgiving West. They knew what it was like to be hated and recognized injustice when they saw it. So when they saw an innocent black wrangler framed for a murder he didn't commit, it stuck in their craw.

Eastward, as far as the eye could see, stretched the Great Plains. Westward rose the Rockies, snow-capped peaks of grandeur. In the middle flowed a mighty river - silent, glistening, and turbulent - the bloodline of a wide and wild land. Three hard, tough men staked their claims on its potent shores: Jake Stonecipher, pioneer merchant, seeking his fortune yet finding a war; Will Burke, a mountain man as savage as the wilderness itself; and Francisco Serrano, determined to carve a fertile ranch out of the stubborn soil.

Four people are brutally murdered during the robbery of a Las Vegas convenience store. As the investigation of the killings moves forward, it appears more and more likely that the killer was really after one of the victims and the heist was only a diversion. But which one was the real target? Was it the young clerk? How about the Hispanic man who worked at the airport? Or maybe it was the tough guy who was employed as a bouncer at a drug-infested club.

At the far western edge of the Great Plains, where the prairie meets the mountains, flows the South Platte, drawing farmers, traders, and trappers to land long held sacred by two proud tribes. As the pioneers stake claims beside the pure waters of the river, conflicts threaten to explode into war. Men and women on both sides fight to protect their families, fortunes, and future....

Stu Carlson serves people drinks. Night after night, in the dry Texas heat, he stands behind the bar and listens to troubles and sorrows and worries and regrets—not too far off from his old position behind a pulpit. Doling out counsel and care, Stu’s a compassionate man. When the scotch he serves Andrew Washburn—Dean of Fine Arts and all-around asshole—turns out to have been poisoned, Stu is shaken. A regular at Stu’s bar, meek and talented Daniel Lackland, is arrested for the crime.

John Augustus Sutter came to the wide and wild California country to build an empire. At his side was Morgan Beck, out to stake his own claim at the confluence of two powerful rivers, the Sacramento and the American.

By blood, bone and history, Austin Bullock is now chief of his nation, responsible for maintaining the welfare of his people and the land. By choice, he left the reservation years ago to teach high-school history, to coach basketball in the white man's school, and to seek an identity apart from his Native American heritage. Now the waters of Lost Man Marsh and the song of the Tie-snake call Austin to return. Someone outside the Nation has sinister plans for the people who live there.

When a soccer field complex springs to life seemingly overnight in the sleepy community of Skary, Indiana, and the local coffee shop begins offering computer access along with its suddenly overpriced beverages, nerves start getting edgy all over town. Is it possible new comer (and soccer mom) Katelyn Downey is hatching a diabolic plot to turn their slow-paced town into a den of hip suburban iniquity, or might this be the perfect solution to the community's financial woes?

A ship's ravaged hulk, now lying on the river bottom near Montevideo, Uruguay, becomes of interest to the grandson of the ship's galley officer. He has come upon some intriguing clues that lead him to believe the ship was carrying something of immense value. He recruits a friend to help him dive down to the wreck and seek the treasure, but they soon find that they are not the only ones who seemingly know the ship's secret.

Riding into Willow Springs, Texas, Jefferson Davis King trails a horse behind him intended as a gift for his friend, C. D. Hollis. But Sheriff Hollis isn't around to collect; he'd been killed with a shotgun blast weeks earlier by an unknown gunman.

Not far from the glitter of this world-famous adult playground, the killer claims his victims. Driven by a deep hatred for women, he begins his reign of terror by seeking out those who remind him of someone from his past. Someone who caused him great pain. As the body count rises, the national news media pick up on the story. Pressure for a speedy apprehension is brought to bear by feminist groups and politicians. But the killer is both daring and intelligent. He leaves little in the way of clues or evidence that will lead to his being identified.