“You’re back in the bushes, kid, with one of your spikes in a rookie’s grave and one still touching a big league rubber. You can go back either way — but one is called a...
Sometimes, when it’s goal and seconds to go, a bruised and battered eleven who’ve been playing by the coach’s charts have got to throw away every play — and gamble for paydirt on the one called...
In that precise, antiseptic, post-war society, thirteen hell-raising old space-warriors were as obsolete as brass knuckles in a debate... and somewhat more of a nuisance.
So brass-bands played, and brass-hats brayed... and a coffin ship left for...
A new novelette introducing a new detective, from the creator of Travis McGee, is indeed a mystery event. Duke Rhoades is a private consultant who, like McGee, specializes in recovering stolen goods. He looks just a bit like John Wayne and, he...
Newshawk Sanson staggered from a Mexican minx’ arms into the Bordertown smugglers’ tea-party — just as the gorilla with bloody mitts started shelling out the...
Ben Morrow had come a long way to see this model, this Helen MacLane. Now she’d vanished, and Ben was caught between the cops and a mob of tough gangsters in a red-hot woman...
With murder — or worse — in his little black bag he roamed the underworld — the timid little salesman of eternity who gagged at killing — yet killed for a...
This time out, McGee came close to losing his status as a living legend when he agreed to track down the killers who brutally murdered an ailing millionaire. For starters, he renewed an unfinished adventure with a famous-and oversexed-Hollywood...