Justa Williams

Acclaimed western storyteller Giles Tippette delivers a truly exciting novel of family pride and frontier violence . . . As boss of the Half-Moon ranch, the biggest along the Gulf Coast of Texas, Justa Williams is a chip off the old man's block. But when the old man ups and asks him for a dying man's favor, it's Justa' s duty to honor his words. Even if that means taking $25,000 of company gold and riding blind into the blood-soaked Cherokee battleground of Oklahoma Territory-to look for a man who may not even be alive and settle an old score. Odds are high things won't end up well, but son of a gun, at least this son knows how to point his and fire off bullet after bullet . . . Now, will a son pay for his father's past-in blood?

Acclaimed western writer Giles Tippette takes the action south of the border, where blood is thicker than water no matter how many bullets are fired . . . Running the Half-Moon ranch is all the excitement Justa Williams needs in his life. But when his brother Norris looks into a squatter situation near the Mexican border and lands in a Monterrey jail for his troubles, Justa rides out to get his kin released. When the usual channels get rebuffed, Justa enlists the aid of a dozen kill-crazy banditos to get the matter resolved the old-fashioned way. Now there's just a hundred miles of Mexican desert to cross before they can reach the Texas border. Hopefully they've got enough bullets left to get them there . . .

A legend in Western fiction, Giles Tippette brings the relentless, unforgiving West alive with bullet-driven tales of honor and survival... Justa Williams didn't build up his sprawling Half-Moon ranch by sitting back on his spurs. More often than not he had to invest a bullet or two or three or more-as many as it takes-to keep the unwanted off his property. But when a scheming cattleman figures out a way to suck the ranch dry and kill off his prized possessions, it's time for Justa to saddle up and hunt down the root of the problem. And when Justa gets there, there's no telling how many bullets it'll take to spell out R-E-V-E-N-G-E.