From William W. and J.A. Johnstone, the bestselling masters of the American West, comes a special holiday entry in the Jensen family saga. This time, they’re risking their lives for peace on earth—and for a piece of hell called Death Valley . . . A JENSEN CHRISTMAS SHOWDOWN A JOHNSTONE TRADITION Ace and Chance Jensen usually spend Christmas at the Sugarloaf Ranch. But this year, the brothers are heading to Death Valley to claim Chance’s prize in a poker game: the deed to a silver mine. Sure, the mine is probably dried up and worthless, but what they don’t realize is that half the deed belongs to a ruthless outlaw named Foxx, a rich vein of silver hasn’t been tapped yet, and another wealthy mine owner is trying to crush the competition—by killing every miner in the valley . . . The Jensen boys didn’t plan on a Christmas gunfight. But when they show up at the mine—and learn that a charity worker is using the silver to fund an orphanage—Ace and Chance can’t help but get into the holiday spirit. ’Tis the season of giving, after all. But instead of gifts, they’re swapping bullets. And instead of Santa Claus, there’s a surprise visitor coming to town. A man named Luke Jensen—Ace and Chance’s gunslinging father—and he’s here to spread peace and joy. With a double-barreled dose of holiday cheer—gunsmoke. Live Free. Read Hard.
Lost, hungry, and near death, this pioneer family celebrated Christmas on their way west in 1849.
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From America's greatest Western author, here is an epic tale of the unforgiving American frontier and how, amidst fierce storms of man and nature, miracles can still happen.
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A brother and sister struggle to survive the rigors of Death Valley after their wagon breaks an axle and they set out alone to find help for their stranded family and injured father.
Spending a long winter immersed in endless beauty and timeless silence had put my own past in a softer perspective. Dragging the past around required an effort that just didn't fit in the face of such eternal splendor and quiet.
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Outlaws, snowstorms, rugged terrain—nothing will stop them from making it to Montana Territory in time for Christmas . . . “A masterful storyteller.” —Publishers Weekly From the masters of frontier fiction comes a holiday tale set ...
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