It was one of Pete Shay's stranger cases. He'd set out to find the killer of a small-time hood, and the trail led straight to Fat Vinny, the meanest loanshark in New York. But then Fat Vinny himself hired Shay to continue his investigation in order to prove Vinny's innocence.Shay knew that Vinny had never been innocent of anything in his life, but a client was a client, and Shay needed the money. He'd be up to his shoulder-holster in blood and bullets before this case was finished!

Jim Rainey was an ex-marine from Texas who made his living doing what he did best—fighting. Now he was in Rhodesia, signing up for a nice fat fee as leader of a special anti-terrorist squad.The men under his command were a bunch of steel-hard killers like himself, the kind of men you don't turn your back on even when you're facing the enemy. Their target—a homicidal maniac known as 'Colonel' Gwanda and his murderous band of guerillas.When the fighting was over, Rainey would be a very rich man ... if he lived.

Jim Rainey's latest assignment was his toughest to date. A wealthy magazine publisher was paying him a cool hundred thousand dollars to rescue Charles Goldman, a journalist who'd been captured in Afghanistan while reporting on the secret war between the Russians and the Islamic rebels. Befriended by the chief of a nomad tribe that is decimated by an infamous poison gas known as Yellow Rain, Jim faced death at the hands of Afghans, the Pakistanis and an American CIA agent who's gunning for Goldman ... and for Rainey as well!

The last place in the world Rainey feels like visiting is Vietnam—as a Green Beret during the war, he'd been responsible for a lot of deaths, and he's still a wanted man. But when a powerful Mafioso offers him a quarter of a million dollars to find his son, reported Missing in Action but apparently still alive somewhere within the lawless hellhole known as the Golden Triangle, Rainey decides to risk it.

KILL FOR PEACE!John Eastland was a Vietnam vet who wanted no more than to live and let live, but the gangsters, pimps and weirdos wouldn’t let him. When they wasted his buddy it was the last straw. John went to war and he brought it all back home. With exploding bullets, flame throwers, and an M-16 set to rock and roll he was a one man search and destroy mission against the enemy in our streets.John Eastland uses a Smith & Wesson Combat Magnum with an eight-inch barrel. He drills out the tips of his slugs and loads them with mercury. When they hit a scumbag’s belly they blow up like a hand grenade. John calls that his rat load.

Robert Briganti is the Assassin. Ruthless, indifferent to his own survival, he lives only to destroy the Mafia. This time, armed with his hand-picked arsenal of superweapons, he moves south for his most savage hit: a Mafia summit conference in a New Orleans motel where no one outside the syndicate can get in, or out, alive.

Mafia hit man James Broderick had to break into a fiercely defended old Irish castle to kill C. Alex Ritter, a neo-fascist who made Hitler look like a choir boy. First Broderick had to get rid of Ritter's stooges, then a beautiful redhead who almost made him forget his mission. The Mob figured Ritter was set to ruin its organization and that Broderick was the only man big enough and tough enough to kill him before he could.

A wealthy Irish-American group hired Rainey to get rid of Daniel Larkin, a Vietnam vet turned professional killer who heads up a team of ruthless assassins and demolition experts in Belfast. Larkin's gang is in the pay of both the IRA and the Ulster Defense League. So Rainey's assignment is to either provide evidence that will put Larkin in prison for life, or kill him. Rainey's problem: he has to survive long enough in bullet-riddled Belfast to complete the mission.

When Lassiter found the man with two arrows in his back, he picked his pockets and found a gilt-edge invitation to muscle in on some easy money. He left the corpse to bury itself and high-tailed it into a situation that had him fighting for his life from the very beginning. But that was part of Lassiter's business—no matter how many other men died.Now Lassiter's trying to find a hoard of buried silver worth a cool $100,000. The only trouble is, ten other tough hombres have all got the same idea.

Sundance was riding north from Arizona to Seattle at the request of an old friend. Several trappers had been murdered while setting out their winter lines. There were no clues except for an old piece of wood found near each body with one word, Carcajou, burnt into it.No sooner had Sundance set foot in town than he found himself in a tangle with a couple of gunmen aiming to see that he didn't stick around long. But Sundance wasn't the kind to get caught in a trap. Just before the two men died, one managed to utter a single word: Carcajou!

Carmody rode into the Sangre de Cristo hills looking for a girl. The girl was worth $10,000 if he could get her away from the Garrison bunch, the meanest killers in the whole southwest. Carmody knew what the Garrison bunch would do to him if he failed. That didn't bother him. What bothered him was the fat man who hired him and the girl he was supposed to rescue. There was something about then that wasn't right. But for $10,000 he was willing to live with it. Or maybe die for it.

Carmody wanted a good time in New Orleans. With eleven thousand in stolen money in his pocket, he figured to enjoy some good liquor and bad women before he headed back to Texas. But it didn't work out that way, and he found himself framed for a brutal murder. The slickers who robbed and framed him thought Carmody would cut and run, but they didn't know Carmody. He works hard to get money and it makes him mad to take the rap for someone else. Slugging and shooting his way through the hellholes and back alleys of New Orleans, he taught the slickers an important lesson.Don't mess with Carmody—it'll get you killed!

Lassiter rode into a mess for $250. He was to kill a man that had killed his employer's brother.When he rode into the town of McDade, he found himself in the middle of a civil war. Two old war officers, a Yankee who hated the Confederacy and a Rebel who loved the South were vying for control of the territory. Lassiter had been in town for four hours, been braced by the Sheriff, offered a job by the Rebel, and when he tried to ride out of town, had to kill the Sheriff and his deputy.Now he's the Sheriff and charged, for a piece of the action, with getting rid of the Yankee and his pet gunman, a black gunfighter, who had already killed the man Lassiter had come to town looking for.But, as usual, Lassiter has his own agenda.

All his life Collino had lived by the rules of Omerta—the ancient Mafia Code of Silence. Like his father and grandfather before him, he had sworn the blood oath of allegiance to the Honored Society. But it wasn't the threat of death than kept the Brooklyn capo loyal. The Mafia—the Family to which he belonged—was all he knew, or understood. He had robbed and murdered for the Organization, but it always took care of its own. That was the rock on which Collino had built his life.Then one bright summer day he found himself marked for death for something he didn't do. The most powerful Godfather of all the New York families had made a personal contract—to hit Collino!

Riding north from Sonora to hire out his gun, Carmody didn't quite know what the trouble was about—and didn't give a damn. The money was good and it looked like it was going to be a nice dirty old-fashioned range war. That's what Carmody thought, but that was before he saved the runty kid's life. After that things began to get complicated—and murderous. Tex McCarty was the little killer's name, and he was a whole mess of trouble in one small man. He brought death to everything he touched, and the more Carmody thought about it, the more he knew there was only one cure for a man like that.