scarlet blouse cowboy stories

i used to read my dad's penny novels, under the bed with a torchlight. why? cos i was too young and not allowed to read those kind of books, he said. what was the fuss about, i ask myself in my dotage today. well, all i can remember is the colourful style of the writers. the passages that stayed indelibly dealt with bursting buttons of a red blouse on a hefty chest. the male protagonist invariably would rip the female love's blouse. the lipstick on her was always scarlet. the plots were about cowboys and horses and ranches. the women rarely did anything, as far as i can recall. they seemed to be able to sit on a horse, ride well, even sidesaddle. they looked good in tight jeans and tighter shirts or blouses. the hair of these luscious women were always long, with the right hint of a wave. and blonde or raven. the men looked tyrone power if they were the hero or the incarnate of your nightmare if a bad person. the guns were shotgun rifles, or westons (?). the horses also played a large part. they were all big and fast. however, the button poppers were the most exciting thing of these stories. and when i reached 12, i moved on to leon uris and taylor caldwell. i wonder where those slim novels, some even in comic form are today?!