Tracker

Robert J. Randisi

Series

6

Books

The Winning Hand: Tracker

Book 1·Nov 2011

"JUST TRACKER, MA'AM"

It took just one hard-drinking, high-rolling poker game to make Tracker the owner of one of the fanciest hotels in San Francisco. With his buddy Duke Farrell, one of the West's slickest con men, Tracker took off to see his new merchandise.

Tracker barely had time to get used to San Francisco's city ways before he was caught up in a boxing match, a couple of gunfights, too many fistfights, and more pretty women then even he could keep track of.

But then, Tracker was always good with his hands.

WHEN TRACKER COMES LOOKING FOR A MAN, NO KID BETTER GET IN THE WAY

Tracker rode in just looking for a man and 20,000 stolen dollars. He didn't count on much trouble... except from women. Until he ran into Pat Garrett wearing a brand new sheriffs badge and gunning to kill his ex—best friend—Billy the Kid.

Tracker got his man. But the fool tried to face down Tracker's gun before he gave up the twenty grand. That meant Tracker had to hang around while looking for the money—long enough to save Pat Garrett's life, pin on a lawman's star, and gratify a few women.

Chinatown Chance

IN CHINATOWN'S GAMBLING DENS, TRACKER'S WINNING DRAW IS HIS GUN.

San Francisco's pleasure dens offered not only gambling, but opium, beautiful women, and a nefarious assortment of other vices. In fact, anything was available in Chinatown. Including a very nasty death.

Tracker's never been one to pass on a risk, especially when there's hard cash for the winning, and several luscious ladies bidding up the action. But to retrieve a U.S. Senator's gambling markers before they fall into the wrong hands, Tracker's got his life on the line...

His latest job has him up against the infamous White Pigeon Tong, the most powerful Chinese gang in the West. To them, murder is just a mild form of punishment. For Tracker, they will devise a most delightful demise indeed.

The Oklahoma Score

FISTFUL OF DIAMONDS AND A CREOLE PEARL JUST MIGHT SPELL TROUBLE FOR TRACKER!

A mysterious telegram from his favorite wildcat sends Tracker packin' for Oklahoma territory. His wayward partner, the lascivious Dierdre Long, has cooked up a jewel scam and she wants her hombre in on it. To Tracker a good con-job is as tasty as the lips of a preacher's daughter, but this game could put the two of them away for good... and that's bad.

To reach his scheming cohort, Tracker must take a trip downriver on a Sacramento bound Steam—Wheeler where he mixes pleasure with a curvaceous Creole lady-of-the-night and business with a blackmailing Pinkerton who's just beggin' for the business end of Tracker's Smith & Wesson.

TRACKER IS UP TO HIS GUNBELTS IN HOT DIAMONDS, DARK-EYED BEAUTIES AND DEATH-COLDSTEEL.

The Barbary Coast Tong

TRACKER’S SEARCH FOR A MISSING GIRL DRIVES HIM DEEP INTO THE HEART OF SAN FRANCISCO’S WHITE SLAVE TRADE!

"JUST FIND MY DAUGHTER!!... AND/OR HER DIAMOND RING!"

Tracker's line of work didn't usually include finding missing persons, but this one had a $25,000 ring on her finger. So for half the price of the ring and the gratitude of a powerful San Francisco politico... he'd just give it a try.

His womanhunt takes him down to the teeming streets of Chinatown's waterfront in pursuit of a Tong specializing in white slavery. There he comes face-to-face with a killer more brutal than he's ever known, takes a bed-testing tour of Barbary Coast pleasure dens, and finally settles an old score... in blood.

Huntsville Breakout

TRACKER'S HOT ON THE TRAIL OF THE BANK ROBBERS' LOOT...WITH A GANG OF DESPERADOES RIGHT ON HIS HEELS.

TRACKER CHASES SOME BIG BUCKS...RIGHT INTO A SHOWDOWN SOUTH OF THE BORDER.

It was the biggest bank job the territory had ever seen: $600,000 stolen from the bank in the sleepy Texas town of Huntsville. Tracker's assignment was to get it back. Four of the gang of Barlow brothers had gotten away clean. The fifth was in the Huntsville Penitentiary. And he wasn't talking.

Tracker wasn't used to bustin' criminals out of jail. But it looked like the only way he'd catch up with the money was to follow Jesse Barlow back to his brother's hideout. However, young Jesse took a bullet in the back and was stone-cold-dead before they reached the edge of town. And Tracker was left with Jesse's gun-slick cellmate as a guide, a gang of cutthroat bandits close behind...and $600,000 worth of death waiting for him across the Mexican desert.