New Strike they called it—a boom town where two overworked lawmen fought hard to maintain the peace, where no decent woman was safe, until ...
Larry and Stretch, the West's toughest trouble-shooters, rode in to challenge the rowdies, the card-sharps, the plotters and killers of the hell-town.
This was to be a fight to the finish. A tinhorn had been murdered and, unless the Texans could unmask the killer, the wrong man might hang. The odds were against the Lone Star Hellions, but they would never back down.

At Showdown-Time, The Big Man Needed A Miracle
Was this to be the last ride of Big Jim Rand? The killers awaited him dead ahead. Another of them rode directly behind him, covering him. And, inside the disused shack, a desperate woman risked her life to give Jim a fighting chance of survival.
Big Jim had become a target for the professional assassins, because his quarry, the elusive and badly scared Jenner, had posted bounty on him. As well as the professionals, a trio of inept amateurs invited themselves to the ruckus, injecting humor into an otherwise grim situation.

To Reach The Bridge ... The Killers Had To Get Past Big Jim!

Beyond that bridge was the west bank of the Rio Colorado — beyond that the Utah border, and safety for the six gunmen who had looted the Delandro bank and ended the career of a veteran lawman. Between the outlaws and that bridge stood Kell Garrard, gambler, man-hunter, son of the murdered sheriff, and Hurst, the dead sheriff's loyal deputy, and grinning Benito Espina, who was never really loyal to anybody.
And last, but never the least, the tall, tough and formidable Jim Rand, the relentless avenger whose deadly gun-skill was destined to increase the odds against escape.

From Illinois to Wyoming, the Lone Star Hellions grappled with the enigma of a beautiful, headstrong woman and the man hired to murder her, the man whose identity was a tight secret. At Omaha, Marshal Jefford boarded the Special, to escort a captured outlaw to the Laramie calaboose, and an already complicated situation became fraught with intrigue, danger, the threat of sudden death. Here are Larry and Stretch, the West's toughest trouble-shooters, at their free-swinging, trigger-fast best, risking their lives in a violent showdown. And Death rides the rails right alongside them!

In the Arizona Territory, Bosworth County was in a state of tension, its citizens living in fear. Six soldiers and two civilians had been wantonly murdered. An entire shipment of repeating rifles, capable of swift and accurate fire, had been hijacked.
Army Intelligence was baffled. The county law officers were becoming desperate. And then, as quietly as a raging Texas tornado, Larry and Stretch arrived. The West's rowdiest troubleshooters were buying into a grim intrigue ready to risk their lives in a fight to the finish against the forces of lawlessness.

Two could play the same game ... and end up face to face!

Big Jim used to be Sergeant Rand of the 11th Cavalry. Now, as a civilian, he was on the trail of his brother's killer. When he rides into the town of Frankston in Northwestern Kansas, he soon finds himself on the trail of a gang of merciless desperadoes. For a disguise, those outlaws were using the uniform of the U.S. Army. The big man decided upon an equally unique disguise, and penetrated the lair of the lawless in a suit of sober black; he toted a Bible in one hand, a long-barreled Colt .45 in the other. And, as ever, aided (or hampered) by his Mexican sidekick, Benito Espina, they take on the duplicitous gang.

If the killers had their way, the bride would soon be a widow...
The most powerful man in the territory coveted beautiful Selma Garfield. With her wedding to Nathan Page only a few days distant, Big Jim Rand rode into San Rafael and discovered that the bridegroom was an old army acquaintance. Naturally, the big man stayed to play bodyguard to Nathan, who had been threatened with violent death by the XL bunch, the minions of the power-hungry Kane Magnus. Naturally, there had to be a fight to the finish, with the rock walls of Trinidad Canyon echoing to the gun-thunder.

"Don't count the odds." - the motto of the Lone Star Hellions. Their motto and their creed. When the odds were the greatest Larry and Stretch, those free-swinging, trouble-shooting Texans, were at their formidable best.
They were ambushed and wounded by a proddy posse of volunteers led by the belligerent Sheriff Salter and, for some time thereafter, were separated. First Larry made his break, then Stretch broke out of the Ketchtown calaboose. But, after each of them had played a lone hand, the Texas drifters were reunited for the final showdown with the lawless - a company of bank robbers masquerading as clergymen.