Frontier Marshal Novels & Stories

“Or you may be the next tabloid centerpiece.” I grinned at him. “The wedding’s next week,” i told him. “You’re invited.” “I’ll bring my whole department,” Cash promised. Aurora eyebrows arched. “All of it?” Grier nodded thoughtfully. “And I’ll have something very nice planned for your wedding day,” he added Mark overheard him. Run for the border,” he mused.“He was waiting for us at my ranch after our wedding, with half the county law enforcement personnel, and I had to threaten him with a shotgun to get rid of him!”

Alex turned around only to see a man clad in black standing right behind them. The man was a handsome blasian in his early 30s “Marshal,” Alex greeted, his lips forming a sly grin. “Boss,” Marshal responded with a smirk. Ralph, who sat at a corner hurriedly stood up to meet Marshal. “Hello there buddy,” Marshal said, he softly massaged the tiger on the head. “So what did you find,” Alex asked in a tone full of impatience. He wanted to go and rescue Olivia right there and then but he would be a fool to go without listening to whatever Marshal wanted to say.

FRANK “THE SHERIFF” MARSHALL Age: 45 Specialty: Sniper, reconnaissance Current Occupation: Front desk concierge — Grand Regent Hotel Gale Thorne sat at her desk, tapping a fingernail against a mug that had surrendered its heat hours ago. The soft whir of the monitor filled the office as she scrolled to the next file. “FRANK ‘THE SHERIFF’ MARSHALL,” she read, lips lifting in a private smile. “Let’s see what a pink tie’s done to your trigger discipline.”

Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana. Meanwhile, Alpha Briar West, a composed and confident leader, faces a new challenge when an unforeseen issue arises from the recent cattle thefts at Wolfe Ranch. He becomes the target of the enraged Alpha from the Winnipeg Pack, who seeks retribution for a debt. As if this predicament wasn't enough, Briar also finds his mate in an entirely unexpected manner. Now, this cowboy must navigate the complexities of his relationship with his free-spirited mate, Sloan Taylor.

Tay, ever the composed host, occupied a nearby armchair, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by a mask of deep concern, his eyes reflecting the turmoil that threatened to engulf them all. "I still find myself reeling from the sheer audacity of it all – those men just waltzing in and taking Chase," Marshal said, his voice a low growl that betrayed the barely contained fury simmering beneath the surface. "This isn't just a procedural hiccup; this is a full-blown crisis, and we're going to have a serious problem with jurisdictional boundaries and a complete breakdown of protocol."

enne nation to flight, if the Army hasn’t.” Call didn’t answer. “Ain’t you even sorry to leave this place, now that we’ve made it so peaceful?” Augustus asked. “No,” Call said. “We ought to left right after we come.” It was true. He had no affection for the border, and a yearning for the plains, dangerous as they were. “It’s a funny life,” Augustus said. “All these cattle and nine-tenths of the horses is stolen, and yet we was once respected lawmen. If we get to Montana we’ll have to go into politics. You’ll wind up governor if the dern place ever gets to be a state. And you’ll spend all your time passing laws against cattle thieves.” “I wish there was a law I could pass against you,” Call s

The marshal must have put up a pretty good fight and given her enough time to disappear into the woods. With a sinking feeling in my gut, I check the wallet of the US Marshal. Johnston Stevens . I run a hand over my face. The man she was asking about that first time we spoke was the man assigned to protect her. The same one who also seems to have given his life for her.

he asked after a while, poking at a peach slice with a fork. “We walk to the creek,” I said. “And then we find enough dry wood to keep the stove going through the night. The Marshals mentioned a front is moving in later—could bring more snow.” “A walk,” he repeated slowly, like the word was foreign. He glanced down at his boots—stiff brown leather that I’d helped him lace up earlier because his fingers still struggled with the knots. “Just a walk. No security detail. No schedule. No one waiting with a camera.”

Mom had to work two different jobs as I took over running the shop, but I knew things weren’t going well. That’s when I met Prez and the Wolf Riders MC! They were on the run from their own Enforcers and the president at the time, having failed a coup. The president was forcing their patched members and prospects to do the drugs they were supposed to deal, only allowing them their fix once the drop was done. Even going as far as overdosing on a couple of them, and the women inside the club. Men who didn’t get their fix got aggressive, and on more than one occasion, the fight ended with someone dead on the floor.