Eagle Falls — Hank Davis

Nestled in a valley in the western mountains of Maine, the town of Eagle Falls doesn't have a Wal-Mart, Home Depot, Bed Bath and Beyond, or a Burger King. If you think that's rustic, it has no attorneys, drug stores, movie theaters, traffic lights, dentists or cops. A Hooter's is out of the question. But it does have the Boston Mafia. Like an old western movie, retired federal agent Frank Talbot and his trigger happy sidekick, ex-cop Kevin McDonald get tipped to the action, strap on their six-shooters, load a little southern justice in their saddlebags and head north. Defying the policies of Rev. Al and Rev. Jesse forbidding white hats and white horses, the pair ride into a tranquil town strangled by hardened criminals and quickly get involved in a case of mistaken identity that could lead to a dead ringer. Third in the Frank Talbot series, Eagle Falls is fast, irreverent and politically incorrect. And it all started with a friendly game of horseshoes.