Books published by publisher Walter J. Black, Inc

Jarvis Archer wants Bertha and Donald to find out who is sending his secretary threatening letters, and making phone calls to her with heavy breathing. As Donald discovers, he already knew the answer! Meanwhile Donald happens to be cruising around Archer's neighborhood just about the time a murder is committed, and his explanation to the police doesn't satisfy them, but Jarvis Archer and his wife have slick responses to the questions asked of them. This story is perhaps realistic in the sense that there are a collection of odd and seemingly unrelated facts which pull the story together at the end. Although the Sargeant Frank Sellers solves the murder of Jeanette Latty (thanks to Pint-Size, of course) there IS that other mysterious death which will forever remain a mystery.

1957 Walter J. Black hardcover, Zane Grey (Tonto Basin). Clint Belmet’s parents were killed in a Comanche raid when he was young, but that hasn't stopped him from taking a job leading freight caravans on the old Santa Fe Trail, from Saint Louis, Missouri, to Santa Fe, New Mexico—a route that goes right through Comanche territory. Here is the raw, primitive West of the early pioneers, great caravans of freighters rumbling across the deadly prairies, risking attack by Comanche. In this action-packed adventure from “the greatest novelist of the American West,” twenty-eight wagons loaded with families, supplies, and tough-as-nails Texans are forced to circle up and fight for their lives against relentless assaults by Comanche who have been goaded on and tricked by raiders. - Amazon

A novel of two brothers, one an honest cowpoke, the other a gambler. When Adam Larey confronts his younger brother Guerd about his gambling addiction, the latter is accidentally shot. A distraught Adam, believing he has killed his own brother, flees into the desert. He later learns that Guerd was merely wounded and returns to the loving arms of a beautiful young lady.

Autumn winds had long waved the grass in the vast upland valley and the breath of the north had tinged the meandering lines of trees along the river bottoms. Gold and purple, and flame of fire, shone brightly in the morning sunlight. Birds and beasts of that wild open northland felt stir in them the instinct to move toward the south. The honk of wild geese floated down upon the solitudes and swift flocks of these heralds of winter sped by, sharply outlined against the blue sky.......