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Clint Adams was a legend among lawmen, outlaws, and ladies. They
called him ... the Gunsmith.

LONGARM by Tabor Evans
The popular long-running series about U.S. Deputy Marshal Long--his
life, his loves, his fight for justice.

SLOCUM by Jake Logan
Today's longest-running action Western. John Slocum rides a deadly
trail of hot blood and cold steel.

BUSHWHACKERS by B. J. Lanagan
An all-new series by the creators of Longarm! The rousing adventures
of the most brutal gang of cutthroats ever assembled--Quantrill's Raiders.

Chapter 1

When the small and very rumpled package landed on his littered desk,
United States Deputy Marshal Custis Long paid it no attention as he
struggled to complete some detested federal paperwork. By four o'clock,
however, Custis had finally cleared his desk enough to rediscover the
messy brown package. It caught his attention among a number of other
unopened packages precisely because it was battered and disreputable
looking.

When Longarm held it up for a closer inspection, he began searching for
a postmark but it had been partially smudged. As best he could tell, the
brown, string-tied package had been mailed from somewhere in Arizona.
Whoever had addressed it was damn lucky because the package was
inadequately addressed to LONGARM, U.S. GOVNMINT, DENVIR, COLORADOE. No
department. No street address. "Watch out for that one," a passing
federal worker remarked. "Looks like it could hold a rattlesnake or some
Indian curse."

Longarm shook his head and massaged the package. "Nope. Nothing moving.
Nothing to worry about."

The man chuckled. "Then it might be some poison from one of your
frontier women who discovered that you have a girlfriend in every town
between St. Louis and San Francisco."

"Oh, bullshit."

It was obvious that Marshal Slim Behan was at loose ends with nothing of
his own to do. The man was bored and loitering beside Custis's desk
waiting for him to open the package.

"Haven't you got something of your own to do?" Longarm finally asked.

Slim sauntered over to his own desk, yelling back over his shoulder,