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[ Edition: First ]. Good Condition. [ No Hassle 30 Day Returns ][ Ships Daily ] [ Underlining/Highlighting: NONE ] [ Writing: NONE ] Publisher: Leap Frog Pub Date: 1/1/2011 Binding: Hardcover Pages: 19, 2.5, [ Edition: First or Reprint ]. Good Condition. [ No Hassle 30 Day Returns ][ Ships Daily ] [ Underlining/Highlighting: NONE ] [ Writing: NONE ] First printing. Very good condition. Publisher: Center Street (Hachette Book Group, Inc.) Pub Date: 11/1/2009 Binding: Hardcover Pages: 252, 2.5, [ Edition: First ]. Good Condition. [ No Hassle 30 Day Returns ][ Ships Daily ] [ Underlining/Highlighting: NONE ] [ Writing: NONE ] Publisher: Leap Frog Pub Date: 1/1/2011 Binding: Hardcover Pages: 19, 2.5, Perfection Learning. Library Binding. GOOD. Spine creases, wear to binding and pages from reading. May contain limited notes, underlining or highlighting that does affect the text. Possible ex library copy, thatll have the markings and stickers associated from the library. Accessories such as CD, codes, toys, may not be included., Perfection Learning, 2.5, Covenant House, 1988-01-01. Paperback. Acceptable. in x in x in. Slightly creased cover., Covenant House, 1988-01-01, 2.5, 278 pages. Octavo (8 1.2" x 5 3/4") bound in original publisher's quarter blue cloth with silver lettering to spine an blind stamped letters to cover ion original pictorial jacket. First edition. With a rush of adrenaline, this coming-of-age novel plunges into the world of a North Florida police force. The spotlight is on Abigail ("Fitz") Fitzpatrick, a female cop who is lesbian and rarely allowed to forget it, by either her male colleagues or the public in general. As the novel begins, Fitz, reared by nuns but a self-proclaimed "street addict," has burned out after eight years as a paramedic. Following the tragic death of a boy she couldn't save, she joins the police academy and enters the macho arena of police life.The story carries us through "Rookie Daze," the grueling stage of training, and comes full circle in "Rhythm and Blues," when Fitz is a seasoned officer and trainer of rookies herself. Along the way she faces crucial decisions as love, ethics, and friendship collide. A recent breakup with a female lover, a police investigator, alters her perceptions, shaping the person she is to become. And Morelli, an appealing male colleague with a bucketful of problems, forces Fitz to test the limits of loyalty.Fast-paced, original, funny, this novel recalls the early Joseph Wambaugh in its crackling authenticity. Stress, danger, professional integrity, and harassment are the issues as Fitz, in a voice that's unforgettable, tells us what it's like to be a police officer--as an insider, and an outsider as well. Condition: A fine copy in like jacket., W W Norton & Co, 1986, 0, Bantam. Good. 4.19 x 0.79 x 6.86 inches. Paperback. 1985. 304 pages. Spine chipped. Text tanned.<br>They tried to tell him that his father had killed himself, but Kearney McRaven knew bett er. No matter what life had dealt him, his father would go down f ighting. And as he delved deeper into the mystery, he learned tha t just before his father died, the elder McRaven had experienced a remarkable run of luck: he'd won nearly ten thousand dollars an d the deed to a cattle ranch. Not yet eighteen, Kearney was dete rmined enough to track down his father's murderer and claim what was rightfully his. Now, followed every step of the way by a shad owy figure, Kearney must solve the mystery of his father's hidden past--a past that concealed a cold-blooded killer who would stop at nothing to keep a chilling secret. Editorial Reviews From t he Publisher Folks tried to tell him that his father had killed h imself, but Kearney McRaven knew better. His pa was no quitter. T hen the boy discovered that just before the bullet had found him, the elder McRaven had had a remarkable run of luck. He'd won nea rly ten thousand dollars and the deed to a cattle ranch. So Kearn ey decided to go after what was rightfully his... even if it boug ht him some man-size trouble. Now, hunted for reasons he can't fa thom, Kearney must discover the truth about his father's murder-- before the vicious thugs on his trail succeed in putting another McRaven in his grave. From the Inside Flap The Wild West of Loui s L?Amour lives on in a daring tale of adventure and suspense tha t will prove the making of a man ? or lead to his death. Folks t ried to tell him that his father had killed himself, but Kearney McRaven knew better. His pa was no quitter. Then the boy discov ered that just before the bullet had found him, the elder McRaven had had a remarkable run of luck. He'd won nearly ten thousand d ollars and the deed to a cattle ranch. So Kearney decided to go a fter what was rightfully his ... even if it bought him some man-s ize trouble. Kearney tracks his father?s killer from Silverton to the Spanish Peaks, determined to bring the murderer to justice . But he is unaware that he is being tracked at the same time ? b y the murderous thugs who put his father in the grave ? and are m ore than willing to send another McRaven along the same route. F rom the Back Cover The Wild West of Louis L'Amour lives on in a d aring tale of adventure and suspense that will prove the making o f a man -- or lead to his death. Folks tried to tell him that hi s father had killed himself, but Kearney McRaven knew better. His pa was no quitter. Then the boy discovered that just before the bullet had found him, the elder McRaven had had a remarkable run of luck. He'd won nearly ten thousand dollars and the deed to a cattle ranch. So Kearney decided to go after what was rightfully his ... even if it bought him some man-size trouble. Kearney tra cks his father's killer from Silverton to the Spanish Peaks, dete rmined to bring the murderer to justice. But he is unaware that h e is being tracked at the same time -- by the murderous thugs who put his father in the grave -- and are more than willing to send another McRaven along the same route. About the Author Our fore most storyteller of the American West, Louis L'Amour has thrilled a nation by chronicling the adventures of the brave men and woma n who settled the frontier. There are more than three hundred mil lion copies of his books in print around the world. Excerpt. ? R eprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One All win ter long I held them cattle up on the plateau whilst pa collected my wages down to town. Come first grass I taken them cattle down to Dingleberry's and I told old Ding what he could do with them, that I had my fill of playin' nursemaid to a bunch of cows. He made quite a fuss, sayin' as how pa had hired me out to him and I 'd no choice, bein' a boy not yet eighteen. So I told him if he figured I'd no choice, just to watch the tail end of my horse bec ause I was fetchin' out of there. I knew pa was down to town gamb lin', workin' with my money as his base, but pa was a no-account gambler, generally speakin', and couldn't seem to put a winnin' h and together. Nonetheless he might have enough put by to give me a road stake, and I could make do with five dollars, if he had i t. Only when I rode into town pa was dead. He was not only dead, he was buried, and they'd put a marker on his grave. It taken t he wind out of me. I just sort of backed off an' set down. Pa, he was no more than forty, seemed like, and a man in fair health fo r somebody who spent most of his time over a card table. There w as a lot of strangers in town, but one man who knowed me and who' d knowed pa, too, he told me, Was I you I'd git straddle of that bronc an' light a shuck. Ain't nothin' around town for you no mor e, with your pa dead. How'd he die? It don't make no sense - him dyin' right off, like that. That's the way folks usually die, s on. Everybody knows he's goin' to die sometime, but nobody really expects to. You light out, son. I hear tell they're hirin' men f or work in the mines out in the western part of the Territory. H ow'd he die? I persisted. Well, seems like he killed hisself. I never did see the body, mind. But Judge Blazer, he seen it. He sh ot hisself. Lost money, I reckon. You know he was always gamblin' . Hell, I said, disgusted, he'd not kill himself for that! He'd done been losin' money all his life! That man could lose more mon ey than you'd ever see. You take my advice, boy, an' you light o ut. There's some mighty rough folks in this town an' they won't t ake to no wet-eared boy nosin' around. That couldn't make no sen se to me, because I'd been around rough folks all my life. We nev er had nothin', our family didn't, scrabblin' around for whatever it was we could find after ma died an' Pistol - that's my brothe r - taken off. It just left me an' pa, an' we'd gone from one cow camp or minin' camp to another. Now pa was dead an' I was alone. Pa wasn't much account, I guess, as men went, but he was pa, an d a kindly man most of the time. We'd never had much to say to on e another but hello or good-bye or how much money was I holdin'? Nonetheless, he was pa an' I loved him, although that was a word we'd have been shamed to use. Pistol, he was my half brother, te n year older'n me, an' he'd taken off a long time back, six or se ven years back. Pa kind of hinted that Pistol had taken off along the outlaw trail but I never did think so. Pistol always seemed the kind to ride them straight up the middle. The Bon Ton was do wn the street, and I was surely hard up for grub. I'd been so lon g without eatin', my belly was beginning to think my throat was c ut, so I bellied up to a table in the Bon Ton and ordered, thanki n' my stars a body could still get him a good meal for two bits. Until I set down there, I'd had no chance to give much thought t o pa. We'd sort of taken one another for granted, or so it had se emed to me. Now all of a sudden he was gone and there was a great big hole in my life and an emptiness inside me. Nothing had eve r seemed to go right for pa. A couple of times we had ourselves a little two-by-twice outfit, but the first time it was get run of f or fight, an' ma didn't want us to fight so we pulled out. Then the Comanches run us off the next place, stealin' our horses and cows an' leavin' us with a burned-up wagon and no stock. Next ti me pa was about to make out, ma took sick, and it needed all pa h ad just for doctor's bills and such. After that pa took to gambli n' reg'lar and it was all bad cards and slow horses. Man at the next table was talkin'. Never seen such a thing, he was sayin', n ot in all my born days. When they raised him that last time, he t aken out a six-shooter an' there for a minute nobody knew what wa s going to happen. Then he put that gun down in the middle of the table. 'Ought to be worth twenty dollars,' he says, 'and I raise you twenty.' Two of them stayed, and when the showdown came he was holdin' a full house. Well, sir, that started it! You never s een the like! The cards began runnin' his way and it seemed he co uldn't do anything wrong! If they could have gotten the governor into the game, he'd have owned the Territory! I tell you, he must have won eight, maybe ten thousand dollars! The waitress brough t me beef and beans and filled my coffee cup. She was a pretty re dhead with freckles, and when she leaned over to pour my coffee, I looked up at her and she whispered, You be careful! You be real careful! What's that mean? I said. I never said a word. I don' t mean that. Was I you, I'd fork that roan of yours and ride righ t out of town and never even look back. If'n I was you, they'd ne ver see me for the dust. Why? What have I done? I ain't been to town for months, and no sooner do I ride in than folks start tell in' me I should leave. You better, she warned, and walked away. Well, I drank some coffee and it tasted mighty good. Then I went to work on the beef and beans, half-hearin' the talk at the next table about that card game. It was that six-shooter did it. He'd been losin' steady until he staked that six-shooter with the pea rl handle and the little red birds inlaid into the pearl. I decla re, I - Well, I just stopped chewin'. I set there for a full mi nute before I leaned over to that man and said, Sounds real prett y. Did you say red birds in a pearl handle? That's right! Talk a bout lucky! That gun worked a charm! Soon's he put up that gun hi s luck changed an' there was no stoppin' him. Medium-sized man, with a mustache? Had him a mustache, all right, but he was a tal l, thin galoot. Wore one of those Prince Albert coats, a black fr ock coat, y'know. He peered at me. D'you know him? The gun sound s familiar. I got an eye for guns, and a man wouldn't be likely t o forget anything like that. He sure was lucky! Won him maybe ni ne, ten thousand dollars! More'n that, he won the deed to some bi g cattle outfit up north. He seemed to make all the wrong moves, yet he kept pullin' down the high cards. The other man at the ta ble looked around. Only reason he didn't win all the money in the world was because those other fellers didn't have it. He just wo n all they did have. I seen it. They went back to talkin' amongs t themselves, and I finished what was before me. Meanwhile I did some thinkin'. Now, I'm not quick to think. I act fast but I cons ider slow. I like to contemplate a subject, turnin' it on the spi t of my mind until I have seen all sides of it. This here shaped up like plain, old-fashioned trouble. I was right sorry for pa. I'd be sorrier later on, for things never hit me all of a sudden. Yet maybe I shouldn't be sorry for him, because pa died right at the peak of the greatest run of luck he'd ever had. He died win ners, and not many gamblers could say that. Certainly nobody expe cted pa to beat the game, but he had. If he had come off that run of luck alive, he'd have lost it all had he continued to gamble. So he passed out a winner. Shot through the skull, though. Now how come that? Whose was the bullet? What finger squeezed off th at shot? Now I could see why folks were suggesting I get away wh ile I could. They didn't want too many bodies clutterin' up the t own, and me bein' his son and all ... I walked across the street to Judge Blazer's. He was not only a judge but the coroner as we ll. He was a-settin' up there on the porch of that ho-tel, tippe d back in a chair smokin' a big seegar. He seen me comin' and squ inted his eyes to make me out. I promise you I didn't look like Sunday meetin' time. I'd been all winter up in the mountains, and it was almighty cold up there. I was wearin' all the clothes I o wned, and I'd made a hole in a blanket for a poncho. Judge Blaze r, I said, you buried my pa. I've come for his belongin's. He ju st set there. Then he taken the seegar from his lips. Now, now, s on, you know your pa never had nothing. He was never much account at anything at all, and all he done for the past year was gamble . We done buried him our own selves, and he had just three dollar s and six bits on him when he passed on. He had him a gold watch and his six-shooters. One was in his hand, the other was on the b ureau. He hitched himself around in his chair. You're welcome to 'em. He got up and went through the door ahead of me. He was a b ig man, and fat, but folks said he was almighty strong, that litt le of what looked like fat was really fat. I never cottoned to hi m much, but had he known he'd not have cared. Who was I but a you ngster still wet behind the ears? He thought. In his office he w aved at a table. There was a rolltop desk, a big iron safe, a bra ss spittoon, and there was this table. There lay one of pa's guns in the holster with his gun belt. The other gun lay free on the table. Pa's old black hat was there, too. Judge Blazer taken thr ee dollars and six bits from a drawer and put it down along with a gold watch. There you be, boy. You he'p yourself an' run along. I got business to attend to. Well, I taken up that gun belt an' strapped her on. She settled down natural-like against my leg. T hen I pocketed the watch and the money and swapped my beat-up old hat for pa's black one. Then I spun the cylinder on that second gun, and it was fully loaded. Pa was always careful with his guns . He kept them first-rate. She was working and she was ready. J udge? I was holdin' right to that six-shooter, kind of casual-lik e, but ready. Seems to me you're bein' forgetful, I guess a man l ike you, with business and all, could forget. He turned around s low and he stared hard at me. He looked from me to the gun, then back at me. Maybe I was only seventeen, but pa an' me had cut the mustard in a lot of mean places. He didn't look no different tha n a lot of others we'd met. Forget what? he asked. All that mon ey. Pa had him some winnin' hands that last night. He won a lot o f cash money and he won property, and I don't see any of it on th at table. Now, now, son! You've been misinformed. I think - Mi ster Judge, I said, keeping my voice, Bantam, 1985, 2.5, Harper & Row Publishers. Hardcover. GOOD. Spine creases, wear to binding and pages from reading. May contain limited notes, underlining or highlighting that does affect the text. Possible ex library copy, will have the markings and stickers associated from the library. Accessories such as CD, codes, toys, may not be included., Harper & Row Publishers, 2.5, Fawcett Columbine. Very Good+ in Good+ dust jacket. 1998. Hardcover. 0449002764 . 23 oz.; 358 pages; HC w/DJ feels unread lightly aged DJ 2 rips bottom edge. Rachel Stark is about to live every parent's nightmare, the strain of her troubled marriage intensified by a far greater tragedy: her nine-year-old son, David, snatched off the street in broad daylight while on his way home from school. With no apparent motive. No immediate witnesses. And only one clue: his red bicycle lying, as if dropped in a hurry, on the side of the road. Now Rachel must summon up all her strength and channel every ounce of rage, terror, and anguish into a desperate search for David. Her rocky relationship with her husband, Stephen, will face the ultimate challenge--and a callous act of betrayal. ., Fawcett Columbine, 1998, 2.75, Lucky Santangelo: in Chances she grew up in a top crime family. In Lucky she was married three times. In Lady Boss she bought Panther Studios. And now she's back, facing the biggest challenge of all, in Vendetta: Lucky's Revenge.Owning a Hollywood Studio isn't easy, but it satisfies Lucky's passion for adventure and her desire to take chances. Until the scheming and dangerous widow of the Santangelos' arch enemy, Donna Landsman, puts her own plans into action, and they include taking over Panther...But Lucky's just as street smart and twice as ruthless - and so the battle for control begins..., Pan Books, 2.5, Paperback. Very Good., 3, Paperback. Very Good., 3, Paperback. Good., 2.5, Covenant House, 1988 Light edgewear and tanning, no spine crease, very good reading copy., Covenant House, 1988, 3, Covenant House, 1988. gray pictorial cover with red ltrs, yellowing edges & pages, clean & tight. The story of America's exploted street kids.. Stated 2nd Edition. Mass Market Paperback. Very Good., Covenant House, 1988, 3, New York, E.P. Dutton [1920], 1920-01-01. Paperback. Acceptable. . Former library book; Minor shelf wear/soiling/tanning, deckle pages, New York, E.P. Dutton [1920], 1920-01-01, 2.5, Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1989-01-01. Paperback. Good. spine creasing, edge wear; An estimated 3 million people constitute the fastest growing new class of Americans: street people. No longer confined to an easily recognizable group of down-and-out alcoholic men, this class now includes children, women, entire families, and people invisible to ordinary passersby. The homeless, the mentally ill, the economically displaced, the chemically addicted, the runaways, and the lonely new lepers of our society -- people with AIDS -- all face different circumstances and have different needs. City Streets, City People highlights these circumstances and identifies these needs, and in clearly written, easy-to-follow chapters, outlines how anyone -- volunteer lay worker, part-time paraprofessional, or full-time Christian social worker -- can minister to the mental, physical, and spiritual dimensions of city people., Abingdon Press, 1989-01-01, 2.5<

1989, ISBN: 9780687083954

Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1989-01-01. Paperback. Good. No Stock Photos! We photograph every item. spine creasing, edge wear; An estimated 3 million people constitute the fastest grow… More...

Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1989-01-01. Paperback. Good. No Stock Photos! We photograph every item. spine creasing, edge wear; An estimated 3 million people constitute the fastest growing new class of Americans: street people. No longer confined to an easily recognizable group of down-and-out alcoholic men, this class now includes children, women, entire families, and people invisible to ordinary passersby. The homeless, the mentally ill, the economically displaced, the chemically addicted, the runaways, and the lonely new lepers of our society -- people with AIDS -- all face different circumstances and have different needs. City Streets, City People highlights these circumstances and identifies these needs, and in clearly written, easy-to-follow chapters, outlines how anyone -- volunteer lay worker, part-time paraprofessional, or full-time Christian social worker -- can minister to the mental, physical, and spiritual dimensions of city people., Abingdon Press, 1989-01-01, 2.5<

ISBN: 9780687083954

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1989, ISBN: 0687083958

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1989, ISBN: 9780687083954

ABNDP - Abingdon Press, Paperback, 258 Seiten, Publiziert: 1989-01-01T00:00:01Z, Produktgruppe: Book, 0.33 kg, Verkaufsrang: 12113797, Ministry, Clergy, Christianity, Religion & Spiritual… More...

ABNDP - Abingdon Press, Paperback, 258 Seiten, Publiziert: 1989-01-01T00:00:01Z, Produktgruppe: Book, 0.33 kg, Verkaufsrang: 12113797, Ministry, Clergy, Christianity, Religion & Spirituality, Subjects, Books, ABNDP - Abingdon Press, 1989<