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 shrouds

Sure the doll was dead. But that didn’t mean Jack Forrester was going to pay for his clandestine crime

A smiling emissary of death, I sat among the broken men of Skid Row — heartlessly playing eeny meeny miney moe to choose which one would die!

Carboldt guided yacht-borne Brade and his restless bride to the gem-laden cave of Shan — where waited the

Because he couldn’t brush off a lady, Lieutenant Jamison hunted the racketeer who’d put her boy-friend — on ice

Bad blood and gas don’t mix the thunder stretch — the stretch where the hellions of the deadly oval meet to drive their bargain for glory — or death!