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Here is a classic (1955) story about a boy and a dog that is different. It is about a dog that had to survive on the wild frontier—and a pup that must choose between her master and her own savage half-relatives, the wolves. It is a story that will tug at your heart—and make your pulse race. It will take you back to the days when America was young, and the Conestoga wagons were heading west, and a youngster learned to grow up in the wilderness.

Stag Warren is the happiest cowpoke in Alpine as he rides into town for his wedding to Melody Hale. What he doesn't know is that the town bigwigs suspect he knows about their plot to make themselves the wealthiest men in the West. It's a scheme that will end up with the mass destruction of both settlers and local tribes of Apaches – and they suspect Stag Warren knows about it. So they've hired a gunman to ambush Stag on the edge of town and gun him down in cold blood.

Long before Smoke Wade rode into the drought-stricken valley his reputation as a feared gunslinger had been known. The ranchers knew him as a pistolero whose cool eyes and lightning hands were just what was needed to stop the Bristol gang. Even as he rode in, Smoke could sense the trigger-taut atmosphere of thirsty men and cattlemen who were itching to get at the bushwhackers whose guns controlled the waterholes. Tempers were getting shorter and guns were being loaded.

Stampede Canyon held all the natural beauty of the West—and all of it's dangers. Sheer cliffs studded with silver rose straight to the sky on three sides—and the fourth was pitted with traps.

Dakota Territory: 1885. A violent band of Civil War veterans, who roamed the Badlands were roused from their restless inertia by the murder of the Colonel they idolized. The towns simmered, and hatreds flared up anew, and every stranger became suspect. Since Smoke Wade was a stranger, when he stepped out of the hotel a dozen tough and sullen men were waiting for him. They followed him down the dusty street like a pack of hungry dogs stalking a young deer. Someone in their midst spoke the word. "Murderer."