Buffalo Wagons

For Gage Jameson, the summer of 1873 has been a poor hunt. A year ago he felled sixty-two buffalo in one stand, but now the great Arkansas River herd is gone, like the Republican herd before it. In Dodge City, old hide hunters speak is awe of a last great heard to the south--but no hunter who values his scalp dares ride south of the Cimarron and into Comanche territory. None but Gage Jameson.... At the publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management software (DRM) applied. For Gage Jameson, the summer of 1873 has been a poor hunt. A year ago he felled sixty-two buffalo in one stand, but now the great Arkansas River herd is gone, like the Republican herd before it. In Dodge City, old hide hunters speak in awe of a last great her to the south--but no hunter who values his scalp dares ride south of the Cimmaron and into Comanche territory. None, that is, but Gage Jameson

odile, Matriarch Of The Far-flung Annesley Clan, Had Retreated To The Old Farmhouse Surrounded By Acres Of Vineyards In Tragedy's Wake. Now Her Many Descendants Will Gather Here To Celebrate Her Eightieth Birthday -- And To Hear The Terms Of Her Will. Menace And Murder Slip In Through The Big House's Door -- Undetected.

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By the summer of 1873, the great Arkansas River herd was gone, as was the Republican herd before it. The only one left, claimed the old hide hunters in Dodge City, was a vast herd south of the Cimarron in Comanche territory. But only a fool with no wish to go on living--and a buffalo hunter named Gage Jameson--would head down that way