Tajemniczy znak, t. 1-2 - Max Brand
"Było to powiedziane tak spokojnie, że w pierwszej chwili nie połapałem się, o co chodzi. Książę chciał zapłacić za policzek kulą, ot, co! Inni od razu zrozumieli, w czym rzecz i popatrzyli na siebie wymownie. Moment był, co tu gadać, straszny. Obecni, choć obyci z rewolwerami, zdumieli się
The Mountain Fugitive - Max Brand
Raw frontier action is epitomized in Lee Porfilo. With a penchant for settling his problems with his fists, a penniless fighter constantly in trouble, he finds himself framed for murder by wealthy and powerful ranchers. Now he has an enemy for life. In a desperate bid to prove his innocence, flees
The Pearls of Bonfadini - Max Brand
Max Brand (1892-1944) is the best-known pen name of widely acclaimed author Frederick Faust, creator of Destry, Dr. Kildare, and other beloved fictional characters. Prolific in many genres he wrote historical novels, detective mysteries, pulp fiction stories and many more. His love for mythology
The Sheriff Rides - Max Brand
Ernest Pontifex, son of a clergyman, leads a life of disarray. Ernest struggles with orthodoxy, lives in the slums, is thrown into prison, and eventually marries Ellen. Saved by the discovery that Ellen is already married, Ernest received an inheritance, and is able to devote his life to
The Stolen Stallion - Max Brand
The Stolen Stallion by Max Brand is one of the books in the Silvertip series. Wild horses ... evil men! Parade - a magnificent stallion worth twice his weight in cold cash. And many men had set out to capture this legendary prize. Some never returned. Some came back stony-broke. Others were ruined
The Long, Long Trail - Max Brand
Frederick Schiller Faust (May 29, 1892 May 12, 1944) was an American author known primarily for his thoughtful and literary westerns under the pen name Max Brand. He was known for going well beyond the formulaic western. The Long Long Trail is an excellent example of his craft. This is a story
Córka Dana - Max Brand
Strach ją nieco opuścił, za to zdumienie wzrosło. Znów przynagliła Pietrka do biegu. Poczciwe konisko wysilało się do ostateczności. Od pędu powstał wiatr, który bił ją po twarzy. Mrugając powiekami, zobaczyła znów Kapitana, jak zawróciwszy minął ją z prawej strony. W chwilę później ukazał się z
