Titoli in Western

This second volume of How the West Was Read, features eight original Western stories written specifically for audio and delivers more of the best of contemporary Western writing.

The drought is killing everything. There is a way to save the herds but half will die, maybe some ranchers too. But, are they desperate enough?

He took one step forward and smashed Ramsey to his knees. A dark train roars over a rain-soaked bridge while two men fight to the death in the rocking, rattling caboose. Mexican treasure and a kill-crazy gang wait for the winner.

Larry Kehoe had been sent to prison for having killed a man with his gun. Now he has been released and is determined never to use a gun again for any purpose. What he hasn't learned is that sometimes in order to have peace, using a gun becomes necessary.

He pulled a second blade from his boot and sent it flashing after the first. Knife-fighter Abner Galvan must save a desperate woman from a depraved army general. One mistake and there'll be eight bullets in his chest, firing squads never miss.

Tom Buckner returns to the town of Luna, only to realize that Susan Todd, the woman he loves, is not the puzzle he thought - that he's the puzzle. Before, he didn't care what happened to himself. Now he does, and it's too late.

Southerland enters the Valley of the Damned to find his brother’s murderers. Will he survive?

Julia's daddy was the judge in town. He used to be impartial, but recently it seemed that he had changed. What cost to the town folks would there be?

All the Cowboys Ain’t Gone is the rollicking adventure story of Lincoln Smith, a young Texan living at the beginning of the 20th century who thinks of himself as the last true cowboy. He longs for the days of the Old West, when men like his father, a famous Texas Ranger, lived by the chivalric code. Lincoln finds himself hopelessly out of time and place in the fast-changing United States of the new century. When he gets his heart broken by a sweetheart who doesn’t appreciate his anachronistic tendencies, he does what any sensible young romantic would do.

Walt Hodge had delivered 80 horses to Whipple Barracks for the Army, and he wasn’t in a big hurry to get home. He traveled down the Saginaw Mountains and into the upland cow country of Sunflower, Arizona, seeking only a cold glass of beer, food, and a bed for himself, along with feed for his horse. He should have listened and turned around when he asked the hostler what was going on and was told: “Trouble, mister. Bad trouble.”

As a successful Boston lawyer, Madison Randolph is more at home in the courtroom than in the dusty frontier town he's escaped. But when his brother is accused of murder, he heads to Texas to clear his family's name despite the dark secrets that still haunt him.

The Golden Age of radio had incredible Western shows that kept Americans glued to their radio sets. Families gathered around their living room radios to hear Western heroes catch the bad guys and save ladies in distress.

They had settled a bloody score and put the turncoat McAfferty to rest in the snowbound Rockies. Slowly, painfully, the wounded Paddock and Scratch found their way back to the Crow village, where they were welcomed as brother and son. The people of Chief Arapooesh offered rest, healing, and home to the mountain men. Then a misunderstanding over a beautiful Crow woman drove the friends apart, propelling Scratch into the unforgiving wilderness on a lonely, dangerous quest. Paddock, too ill to travel, was at first unable to follow, unable to explain.

The Golden Age of radio had incredible Western shows that kept Americans glued to their radio sets. Families gathered around their living room radios to hear Western heroes catch the bad guys and save ladies in distress.

High in the Rockies lay the Bayou Salade, a lush beaver-rich valley so untouched that the few white men who had seen it called it paradise. But for Scratch Bass, his young partner Josiah Paddock, and the two Indian women they loved, this paradise would open up a hell of violence. Pursued by a vengeful Arapaho raiding party, Scratch will lead his small band through a flurry of arrows all the way to Taos itself. Yet the trail of blood will not end there. For in St. Louis an old enemy waits.

Young Josiah Paddock, on the run from his past in St. Louis, didn’t have much hope of survival. Winter was coming to the Rockies, and if the cold cutting through his city clothes didn’t kill him, grizzlies or Indians would. Then his luck turned. He stumbled across the trail of Ol’ Scratch, a solitary mountain man eager enough for company to take the brash youngster under his wing.

Montana, 1968: The small town of Paradise Valley is ripped open when popular rancher and notorious bachelor Tom Butcher is found murdered one morning, beaten to death by a baseball bat. Suspicion among the tight-knit community immediately falls on the outsider, Carl Logan, who recently moved in with his family and his troubled son Roger. What Carl doesn't realize is that there are plenty of people in Paradise Valley who have reason to kill Tom Butcher.

It is 11:30 a.m., a Monday morning in November 1939. Sheriff Ross Petsby turns his car in to a quiet residential street in Harpers Landing, Texas. Seated in the car with him is Mrs. Blackburn, a medical assistant. She becomes increasingly nervous as they approach a sign marking the home of Dr. Walter Hemet, who has not been seen over the past few days despite his car being in the garage. The sheriff breaks down his door and enters to discover that the doctor has been shot to death.

The year is 1910. Nate Cooper is an old-school cowboy. He sees the change brought by the turn of the century and reckons none of it to be good. Even after spending nearly 30 years in a Montana prison for a wrongful murder conviction, Nate’s moral compass is true and unwavering: He does all the wrong things for all the right reasons. So when he returns to his northern Montana ranching town to find the Blackfoot Indians - the people he went to prison trying to defend - are still being cheated out of their territory by ranchers, Nate can’t rest on his laurels.

The Panhandle was a lonely purple range land, unfenced, and wind swept. Bill Smith, cattleman, threw up a cabin and looked at the future with hopeful eyes. One day while plowing almost out of sight of his little home - which that morning he had left apprehensively owing to an impending event - he espied his wife Margaret coming along the edge of the plowed field. She had brought his lunch this day, despite his order to the contrary.