He stepped out of the shadows, a tall man with a gun on his hip and death in his eyes. 'I am Matthew Gunn. Some call me Azul.'He drew as he spoke, triggering the Colt in a violent explosion of sound that blew the Mexican backwards off his feet, twisting him around so that he hit the sand face down. Dead.He was part-white, part-Apache, all killer. Around the border country they came to know him as Breed, and they feared the name, for it spelled violent death.

When Matthew Gunn, known to the violent west as Breed, saved two women from certain death, he found he'd landed himself in big trouble. The mother and daughter team were headed for Bandera and paid Breed to come along for the ride. Only one problem: someone didn't want them to get there.Several brushes with death later, Breed decided it was time to even the score. And when he got angry, blood and death, torture and murder followed in his wake as surely as night would follow day ...

The gang who murdered Breed's woman and framed him for a bank robbery hadn't reckoned on his powers of survival. Half-white, half-Apache, Breed was an outcast with vengeance in his blood and murder in his heart. Nobody—but nobody—messed with Breed and lived to remember it...And Breed, alias Azul, was full of rage — his one desire was to track down Nillson and his gang and inflict the gruesome, agonizing deaths he'd carefully planned for each and every one of them...

When Father Bartholomew and his daughter Rachel found Breed he looked more dead than alive. Ambushed by the Sioux, Breed had lost his horse and a sizable stash of silver bullion. And now he thirsted for revenge. First he had a debt of honor to settle with the Father for saving his life. Then he'd use his half-breed skills to track down his enemy and pay him for his treachery with a violent, bloody death. One thing was certain, by the time Breed finished that Sioux would be beyond the help of even Father Bartholomew's prayers...

The Concorde Stage hurtled out of control down the perilous trail of Windy Pass. And right behind—and closing fast—rode three men with murder in their eyes. Then the shots rang out, and one by one the road bandits catapulted from their horses as their death-trail ended in a welter of blood.And Matthew Gunn smiled over the smoking barrel of his Winchester...They called him Breed; half white, half-Apache, a killer with a merciless mission-vengeance.And a town called Endurance soon found out two things about this cold-eyed loner.First, that Breed was the man who had saved the stage. Second, that to cross Breed's path was to cross with death...

Jody Taggart didn't have a friend in the world. Until the tall blond man called Breed found Taggart's horse shot dead and Taggart with a bullet in his mangled guts. Then the horse-breeder found the kind of friend he needed—the kind who dealt in death. Breed had his own code. An instinct for justice. He couldn't stand to see a horses of the quality that Taggart bred go to waste. He owed Taggart nothing but offered his help.Dan Fogarty ran the township of Comstock and the surrounding lands—apart from Taggart's place—and that didn't sit well with the land baron. But he soon found that you just don't mess with Breed. Not if you want to stay alive. And Fogarty's hired gunmen learned that the hard way as the land suddenly took on a whole new complexion—blood red!

The Masters clan had the town of Mattock in its pocket and no-one crossed Luke Masters if he valued his life. Until Breed happened into town. And had a showdown with Luke and his men which left Breed more dead than alive. That was Luke's big mistake. For Breed, alias Azul, was well acquainted with death, And when he returned on his quest for vengeance the violent and bloody legends of the West were going to take on a whole new savage reality...

Matthew Gunn, the man they called Breed, has a personal score to settle. His arch enemy, Nolan - the man who killed his parents - is still free. But Breed's luck is about to change.Nolan has stolen $70,000 and a pair of printing plates but in doing so killed their owner and two Pinkerton detectives. Not the wisest of moves. The Pinkertons turn to Breed with an offer of $500 to bring in Nolan. But in doing so, he himself could be hunted down and face a twenty-year stretch in Leavenworth Prison.Was it worth the risk? Breed thinks so ... he sought only death's ultimate satisfaction. The sight, the smell, the taste of the hunted's blood. Blood of vengeance. Nothing could stop Breed. Not the pistoleros in the savage town of Tubac. Not the ever-present threat of a nerve-tearing, agonizing, lonely death ...

When Breed came to the town called Two Bits, he found bad trouble brewing. Someone was hell-bent on setting the local white folks and Apaches at each other's throats so's they could make a dirty dollar or two out of the bloodshed. He didn't much care for what he found. Two Bits was about to find out - the hard way - what if meant to mess with Breed....

Around the Border they called him Breed. Part white, part Apache, he'd been christened Matthew Gunn, but the Apache had given him their own special name-Azul.Right now, Breed was in one whole load of trouble. He'd killed two men and got a price on his head. What he didn't know was that Fritz Baum, a bounty hunter with a taste for violent killing, had been paid a handsome sum for tracking down Breed and delivering him to a mysterious stranger in Cinqua. Baum's reputation was second to none — but so was Breed's when it came to dealing in death. And when the two of them clashed the fighting took on a whole new shade-death red!

The Comanche wheeled his pony round and charged towards the man who stood between him and his dream of war. The long war lance glinted bright in the afternoon sun, its razor-sharp tip pointing straight at the half-breed's heart.The man was called Matthew Gunn, though some called him Breed. And they avoided him, for Breed meant danger! Breed, the avenging warrior who hates Indian and white man with equal ferocity.Now he stood alone on the blood-stained sand and waited. Death shone in his pale blue eyes and a cold rage filled his heart. The Comanche was nothing to him, merely an obstacle blocking his trail of revenge—an obstacle to be removed...

IF YOU WANT ANOTHER NAME FOR VIOLENT DEATH - TRY BREED...Breed-that was what they called him down along the Border. He had other names: Azul ... Matthew Gunn - they all spelled Death!The man who hired him to take a coffin and a woman south into Mexico forgot that. Forgot that Breed had no time for liars. And his own savage way of settling debts: with a gun. He forgo too, that Breed didn't forgive wrongs done to him. He was the kind of man who came back to pay the score. No matter who or what stood in his way. And a coffin loaded with stolen money was an open invitation to trouble-the kind that followed Breed like mourners at a funeral. Or vultures circling above a corpse.THE JUDAS GOAT is the sixth in the blood-drenched Western series about the adventures of Breed

The Kiowas slaughtered Amos and Eliza Marker without pity. They took young Jed, raised him as a Kiowa. When Matthew Gunn, known and feared as Breed, was called by rich businessman Ty Horn, he didn't know his was Eliza's brother. Or that he had a crazed idea of saving Jed after all this time. Even when he knew, Breed didn't care. And soon he had a debt of honour to be settled with the Kiowas - a debt paid strictly in torture, destruction and death ...