Famed for The Last Gunfighter and Mountain Man sagas, master storyteller William W. Johnston joins forces with J.A. Johnstone to let loose a pair of the most unforgettable, trouble-prone, hard-fighting cowboys the West has ever known–who are about to step in the biggest hornet's nest in Colorado Territory. . . A Good Name–For A Very Bad Town Bo Creel and Scratch Morton have a lot of experience with the law: they've been breaking it most of their lives. But now the drifters are down to their last dime, and they accept the best job they can get in a boomtown called Mankiller. Their boss is a drunken sheriff named Biscuits O'Brien. Their tin stars are mighty pretty. And they start to take their new job seriously–until they're standing between a cunning clan of killers and the town's cowering citizens–with the killers outnumbering the cowerers. The only hope for a besieged town, Bo and Scratch now have a chance to become real heroes–that is, if they don't get their heads blown off the minute they stick their snoots out of the door.
In frontier literature, the name «Johnstone» means big, hard-hitting Western adventure told at a breakneck pace. Now, the bestselling authors kick off a rollicking, dramatic new series–with the first novel about a pair of not-quite-over-the-hill drifters winding their way across the American west–mostly on the right side of the law. . .but sometimes, if the situation calls for it, on the wrong side. . . Meet Scratch Morton and Bo Creel, two amiable drifters and old pals. Veterans of cowboying, cattle drives, drunken brawls, and a couple of shoot-outs, Scratch and Bo are mostly honest and don't go looking for trouble–it's usually there when they wake up in the morning. Now, in remote Arizona Territory, they're caught up in a battle between two stagecoach lines. The owner of one, a beautiful widow, has gotten both Scratch and Bo hot and bothered–each trying to impress her as they fend off the opposing stage line trying to destroy her. But nothing is what it seems in this fight, and two tough sidewinders are riding straight into a trap.
William Johnstone's towering Mountain Man and The Last Gunfighter series are epics of the frontier. Now, with J.A. Johnstone, he has created Sidewinders, a wild, rollicking ride alongside two hardheaded cowboys with a knack for staying on the wrong side of the law–but for all the right reasons. . . Here's Your Gold. Now Fight For It. . . Sometimes, it's bad to be good. That's what happens when Scratch Morton and Bo Creel are rewarded with a gold mine for saving a rich man's bacon. The catch: this mine is a magnet for marauding Mexican banditos. Budding capitalists, Scratch and Bo fight back. That's when they discover that the thieves aren't who they thought they were, some really bad guys are on the way, and a beautiful woman might just be the most dangerous bandit of all–the kind that can steal your heart. For Scratch and Bo, this gold mine might make them rich. But it's more likely to get them killed–just as soon as they can figure out who wants them dead. . .
From William W. Johnstone, bestselling author of Blood Bond, Mountain Man, and The Last Gunfighter, and J.A. Johnstone, comes Sidewinders, a double-barreled dose of action, featuring two of the unlikeliest western heroes to ever cross the American frontier. Sidewinders Don't Look For Trouble–It Usually Finds Them In the west, there's always work for the kind of men willing to get their hands dirty–from rounding stray cattle to stringing barbed wire. Bo Creel and Scratch Morton are just such men. Now they've been hired for the one job they've never tried: wearing badges–in a little stain of a town called Whiskey Flats. What Bo and Scratch don't know is that a gang of outlaws is bent on burning down the town the Sidewinders have been hired to protect. With only a passing acquaintance of the law, a keen sense of self-preservation, and a range-war gathering round them, Bo and Scratch need a good plan or it's a one-way ticket to Boot Hill. They'll also need a little luck, a whole mess of bullets, and the courage to stand tall–and shoot true. . .