Stringer Books
At the turn of the century, Stringer MacKail, a newspaperman is sent to do a story about an outlaw murdered fifty years ago, and finds herself the target of gunmen
When Sheriff Owens loses the election for the first time in seventeen years, Stuart MacKail, a reporter for the San Francisco Sun, decides to investigate
Stringer was just doing his job when he went to hear Teddy Roosevelt speak at a railway stop in Granger, Wyoming. But Stringer's job is to write about the speech-not get shot at. So suddenly a certain reporter has a powerful curiosity about who wants him six feet under. There's just one hitch. Stringer can't be sure if the bullet was meant for him or old Teddy. Now all MacKail has to do is dodge a pack of hired killers, swap lead with a few train robbers, match wits with a renegade Shoshoni, and bed a few lusty ladies on a trail that could end up on the front page-or in the obituaries.
Sent to cover the rodeo in Cheyenne, Wyoming, Stringer MacKail, a newspaper reporter, learns that the legendary Tom Horn has been sentenced to hang
Stringer, a turn of the century reporter, travels to Tombstone to investigate a tip about a flood, only to learn that the tip was a hoax and a gunfighter is determined to shoot him down
Stringer MacKail, a reporter for the San Francisco Sun, is assigned to get a story on Judge Roy Bean, but he is ambushed even before he arrives in Langtry
The train robbery was bad. It cost Stringer thirty dollars. But when the Wild Bunch gives MacKail a .45 caliber invite to hear their side of what a nice bunch of boys they really are, it's an offer he can't refuse. After all, they're all mothers' sons, even if they would cut a man's throat for his boots. Even so, when Stringer decides to ride along, it has less to do with an exclusive than the gun pointed at his back. And when the shooing starts, MacKail's caught between the crossfire of a rabid posse and the meanest bunch of murdering, lying, cheating hombres to ever draw breath.
When miners dig up the Yana Indians' sacred burial ground, the tribe goes on the warpath. And after a couple of deputy sheriffs are found with so many arrows sticking out of them they look like porcupines, the miners grab their guns and axes. Even a little Indian war is big news in the fading days of the wild West, so Stringer rides out to investigate. But something just ain't right. For one thing, the arrows that killed the deputies are not Yana arrows. And the varmints who dug up the Indian graves aren't miners. Somebody has a stake in stirring miners and Indians up into a killing frenzy-and Stringer aims to find out who!
Everyone knows that Salton's Sink is the driest patch of greasewood in the whole damned Colorado Desert. So when a slick land syndicate promises cheap water to a pack of greenhorn settlers, Stringer is more than a mite suspicious. One booze-thirsty engineer knows the truth about International Irrigation, but he's six feet under with a chest full of lead. Just a drunk's bad luck? Maybe, but Stringer's hanging on to his Winchester because in the Colorado Desert, the cheapest piece of land a man can buy is an unmarked grave.
Only Pancho Villa, king of bandits, is gutsy enough to make war on Terrazas the Tyrant. And only Villa would sell tickets to one of his massacres. A curious mob settles along the Rio Grande, waiting for a bloodbath. They don't know that they've wasted their two bits on a phony war. Only one man is wise to Villa's crafty fake-Stringer MacKail. The adventurer-turned-newsman saddles a fast horse and tracks the real war to Mexico's sun-parched badlands. The desert erupts in a hellish inferno of torture and death as Villa's fearless gang shoots it out with Terraza's battle-scarred army. A murderous band of Yaqui warriors adds to the slaughter. It's a hell of a war. And a hell of a story-if Stringer lives to tell it.
Freelance journalist Stringer MacKail heads to the Texas town of Comanche Woe to investigate what he thinks will be a routine story, but finds that it's open season on wanted men and the bullets are flying
Newspaperman Stringer MacKail gets caught between opposing sides of a coal miners' strike, with the Mine Owners' Association and the Federation of Miners equally set on putting him out of commission--permanently
Dead men don't tell tales. Neither do dead women or children. And when their corpses have been dryin' out in the desert sun for fifty years, there's nary a whisper left of what happened. So when the six Mojave mummies are found near Esperanza, it's up to Stringer to get the story. But someone in Esperanza wants him to just plain git. First, there's that invitation to "butt out," signed with a skull. Then, the town welcome wagon wants to give him a buckshot bouquet. And when a hired gun tries to back-shoot him, Stringer knows he's up against a varmint as slick and deadly as a desert snake.
Stringer sets out to find the culprits who have been robbing cattle trains of their cargo all across the Great Basin