Louis Trimble: 25 books

Carr Lindon was one of five ranchers whose lands surrounded the prize bunchgrass that made up the big Government graze in the center of the valley. Pat Tyler, Lindon’s closest fried and neighbor, was another. All made use of the lush bunchgrass and, together, enjoyed prosperity and peace … until...

Barr courched down to get out of the sea spray. The rock bulking over his head was wet and slick in the darkness, cold. But it was a measure of protection against the wind and the spray that lashed up from the shallow bay.

The murder of his father had brought a cold violent anger to Matt that time had turned to ice but had not diminished. Eyes slanted sideways, the clerk said to Matt, ''Some say Jake Dill done it. Some say Cole Pitman.'' ''People talk too much,'' Matt said. ''It’s up to the law to handle...

Jim Clane, arriving in Dunlop to clean up the town, found it teeming with crime, vice and political corruption. Clane started by instigating a near-riot at a political meeting, thus at once getting in the bad graces of both the machine mayor and Wickett, the powerful newspaper publisher who backed...

A baby-faced sadist sprung from the death-house . . . Two trigger-happy hoods . . . A voluptuous redhead trying to outrun the vengeance of the Mob . . . Here was a carload of killers, ready to fight each other and the world for a chance at the Big Money. $100,000 in unmarked...

Martin Zane thought he was all finished with his routine report on the freighter Temoc for Marine Mutual, but the lush blonde suddenly changed his mind. He just couldn’t say no to her delicious smile, her shapely figure, or her tiny but deadly gun aimed at the middle of his clean white shirt. Zane...

Malcolm Lowry had waited five long years for his revenge; he’d built up a lot of hate in that time. But now he was ready to strike back at the men who’d slain his wife and stolen his money. It had taken that five years to get the goods on those two men and to lay his plans for his ruin. But...

Cameron was his name. He looked like a lawman, he wore a tin badge, but the owl-hooters knew him as a bank robber who had turned traitor. And they set a trap to catch him with a band loaded with gold dust, a rangeland studded with blotched brands, and a scheme worthy of the wildcats that gave Cougar...

It is the smell of death … The Oxnan hotel stank with the stale odor of cheap whiskey, cheap two-bit racketeers, cheap unwashed women. But behind the rotting front, behind the peeling-plastered walls, a big time syndicate did its filthy business. The payoff was in the millions. Edna...

The characters . . . Adeline O’Hara, ex-WAC and reporter for the Teneskium (Oregon) Pioneer, also country correspondent for the Portland Press, who tells the story. She is young, red-headed, and Irish. She meets Titus Willow, the pudgy passionate professional philanthropist, who is...

If you ever get to drinking beer in your favorite saloon and meet a scared little guy who wants to buy you the joint, supply you with fur coats and dolls and run you for Congress—listen well! That is, if you really want the joint, the fur coats, the dolls and a seat in Congress. Just ask Mike Murphy . . . .