Steve Frazee

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Books by Steve Frazee

Cry, Coyote
Sexton hit him!

His big fist bulged tight around fifteen silver dollars - a lethal weight.

Irv Stalcup went down with the blow like a poleaxed steer. “That does it,” thought Sexton, as he quietly dropped the coins in his pocket.

Suddenly the crowd gasped. Irv Stalcup was gett...
He Rode Alone
As a boy he had a look of gaunt horror about him.

As a man he had the cold look of the eternal searcher.

The boy walked out of the wilderness in the late summer of 1855, carrying the sun-blackened remains of a jack rabbit he had been eating on for two days. He had been alone in ther...
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