Escaping from Costa Rica on a murder rap, Captain Gringo hightails it to neighboring Honduras hired out as a munitions officer for a certain General Morales. His outfit, The Iron Brigade, is a gallows crew of murderous misfits. Their mission: to turn back the British troops invading the north. Meanwhile, Captain Gringo's got a little action of his own, a man-sized Amazon who gets her money smuggling guns and her kicks making love.

It's all-out war for Captain Gringo in Venezuela!Captain Gringo and his sidekick Gaston have left Brazil, and into Venezuela with a load of weapons, seeking a buyer.Instead they become involved in a brewing war between the British Empire and The U.S. Gringo must find out who is involved in order to prevent a war... and get out alive!

Even a newspaperman with Stringer MacKail's brand of courage knows you can't cover a stalemated miners' strike without getting on somebody's fightin' side. But that won't stop Stringer from trying to get some ink on the gold miners' sit-down out in Cripple Creek. Unfortunately, the only word he's heard so far is vamoose. Seems the Mine Owners' Association doesn't take kindly to pesky reporters, and would like to put Stringer out of commission-for keeps. That is, if Big Bill Heywood and his Federation of Miners don't do it first...

Captain Gringo in dangerous waters off the Mosquito Coast!Only a crazy man - or a highly paid professional fighting man - would work for Sir Basil Hakim, the corrupt British peer and international arms trader. Gringo signs on to locate a top secret Spanish shipwreck for Hakim. He stands to collect a bundle, if he lives. A stinking spongeboat with its Greek crew is supposed to get him there -with a little help from the delicious, doe-eyed cook. In between lie shark-infested seas, U.S. gunboats, German spy-schooners, and islands filled with man-eating Carib natives. If Gringo can fight his way to the sunken Spanish "gunbucket" - and keep the women aboard his own ship happy - he's got it made!

Everyone knows that Salton's Sink is the driest patch of greasewood in the whole damned Colorado Desert. So when a slick land syndicate promises cheap water to a pack of greenhorn settlers, Stringer is more than a mite suspicious. One booze-thirsty engineer knows the truth about International Irrigation, but he's six feet under with a chest full of lead. Just a drunk's bad luck? Maybe, but Stringer's hanging on to his Winchester. Because in the Colorado Desert, the cheapest piece of land a man can buy is an unmarked grave.