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A funny, moving, and true story of an ordinary boy with an extraordinary face that's perfect for fans of Wonder—now available in the U.S. When Robert Hoge was born, he had a tumor the size of a tennis ball in the middle of his face and short, twisted legs. Surgeons removed the tumor and...

Robert Hoge was born with a giant tumour on his forehead, severely distorted facial features and legs that were twisted and useless. His mother refused to look at her son, let alone bring him home. But home he went, to a life that, against the odds, was filled with joy, optimism and boyhood...

Social organization creates power. The personalities of those who manage this power are fundamental to understanding what goes on in organizations. Robert Hogan brings his unparalleled mastery of personality psychology together with a deep understanding of the ways that evolution has shaped us to explain why and how.

Here is a classic (1955) story about a boy and a dog that is different. It is about a dog that had to survive on the wild frontier—and a pup that must choose between her master and her own savage half-relatives, the wolves. It is a story that will tug at your heart—and make your pulse race. It will take you back to the days when America was young, and the Conestoga wagons were heading west, and a youngster learned to grow up in the wilderness.

Stag Warren is the happiest cowpoke in Alpine as he rides into town for his wedding to Melody Hale. What he doesn't know is that the town bigwigs suspect he knows about their plot to make themselves the wealthiest men in the West. It's a scheme that will end up with the mass destruction of both settlers and local tribes of Apaches – and they suspect Stag Warren knows about it. So they've hired a gunman to ambush Stag on the edge of town and gun him down in cold blood.

Dakota Territory: 1885. A violent band of Civil War veterans, who roamed the Badlands were roused from their restless inertia by the murder of the Colonel they idolized. The towns simmered, and hatreds flared up anew, and every stranger became suspect. Since Smoke Wade was a stranger, when he stepped out of the hotel a dozen tough and sullen men were waiting for him. They followed him down the dusty street like a pack of hungry dogs stalking a young deer. Someone in their midst spoke the word. "Murderer."

Stampede Canyon held all the natural beauty of the West—and all of it's dangers. Sheer cliffs studded with silver rose straight to the sky on three sides—and the fourth was pitted with traps.

Long before Smoke Wade rode into the drought-stricken valley his reputation as a feared gunslinger had been known. The ranchers knew him as a pistolero whose cool eyes and lightning hands were just what was needed to stop the Bristol gang. Even as he rode in, Smoke could sense the trigger-taut atmosphere of thirsty men and cattlemen who were itching to get at the bushwhackers whose guns controlled the waterholes. Tempers were getting shorter and guns were being loaded.