McMasters (#6): Violent Sunday

by Lee Morgan and Lee Morgan

Book Overview

A twisted, ruthless bunch called the Hell Killers are murdering everything that moves in the Montana countryside. And McMasters and his Big .70 are gonna show them what Hell is really all about. This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Mass Market Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0515118427
• ISBN13: 9780515118421
• Release Date: April 1996
• Publisher: Jove Books
• Length: 192 Pages
• Weight: 0.25 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.6" x 4.2" x 6.8"

Customer Reviews

McVIOLENT!

Don't let the cover fool you! This is not some weak western romance novel injected with a splattering of violence but a violent pulp western fueled by horrific gore and perverted cruel sex. When the Cattleman's Protective Association is in a jam, they call in their specialist: the .70 caliber rifle-toting cowboy Boyd Mc Masters. Part tracker- all killer, McMasters makes his living off of the deaths of others, and in this adventure (#6 in the series) "the others" are the Hell's Killers, a gang of sadistic cannibalistic butchers who are not just satisfied with rustling cattle, but are compelled to torture and mutilate the ranchers, their families, and any one else who is either foolish or unlucky enough to stand in their way. The Association has placed a rather large bounty on each one of their inbreed heads, and McMasters aims to collect every last cent. The trail leads McMasters to Packer Point (could the name Packer be a reference to Albert Packer, a western cannibal?), a fortress-like mountain railroad station own and operated by the Tanner Family (isn't a tanner someone who skins animals - well as you can guess, the author is having a lot of fun with the cannibal premise.) What follows, without giving away any spoilers, is an 1882 version of The Hills Have Eyes set in Montana's snowy Blue Pine Hills. Two-gun action, sex and death, and more death abound in this delightfully mean-spirited horror western that kicks like a shotgun blast to the chest and ends with all the momentum of a runaway train -literally.