Frontier Marshal Novels & Stories

“No. I know he still has the bull-riding event to get through. But I’d like to get out of here as soon as possible because he’s liable to make a big scene.” Or worse, Colby might not care at all that she was gone. *********** Cheyenne, Wyoming, was all abuzz for Frontier Days, for the “Daddy of ‘em All”, one of the oldest rodeos in the country. During the ten-day run, four hundred thousand people visited the town, which had a population of fifty thousand on a good day.

_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_ The next morning Rex and his personal guard consisting of Makai and 7 of the highest ranked warriors set out to reach the Council Grounds some 350 miles north of the Sakura territory. They lived on the border of the northern Royal Trinity lands while the other 4 Packs were further to the south and had peaceful, easy lives compared to their Royal counterparts. It was a boring trip in the past years and Rogues found a way to know when and if the Packs were meeting and usually didn't make any moves on the traveling parties. THIS year, however, there is a new Alpha to try to convince to leave the Council, to break the Council Law and join the rogues

Red said. Lola yelled, "You son of a b*tch!" "Enough of this a**hole! Come on, Blood Dogs!" Grim called out as he charged the Marshal, followed by Lola, Dax, Gunner, Stitch, and Red. But the second Grim's hand grazed the Marshal's arm, the lawman took out his sidearm and fired a single shot point-blank into his chest. I expected Grim to jump up the moment he hit the ground, but he didn't move.

That’s one rule Dayne enforces most strictly because the forest around Hardin, in rural Colorado, is popular with hunters. His knock on my door is light, but not hesitant. Nothing about Marshall is, nor ever has been, hesitant. He’s always been the type that once he knows what he wants, he goes for it, and nothing will stop him. Part of that is probably to do with his being a dominant wolf, but I think part of it is just him. Marshall has never been shy about telling me or anyone else what he wants. So, pretty much the opposite of me. After a long pause, I set a handful of markers down in a box and went to the front door, taking a second to glance at my reflection in the mirror over the entr

He always said the pack's greatest assets were the warriors who risked their lives protecting everyone. So when he hired assistants, he prioritized veterans from the borderlands. This Assistant Jason was probably one of those warriors who'd battled rogue wolves on the frontier. Chase had no idea what kind of man he was dealing with. "Quinn, your hired goon hurt me! Get out here and pay up!" Chase was shouting at the car now, his face pressed against the window. His breath fogged the glass. Anna held Chase back tightly, staring at the starting Rolls-Royce, muttering under her breath:

“Half another check, with Brasidas’ discovery. I need to know if we have to retreat.” Marshal Jennings was only in his early 30s, but some had assumed he was close to fifty. It was an exaggeration to some, but he never took it against them. His brown hair was graying by the side, eyes were sunken due to long nights spent awake on the saddle, while the facial scars caused by an arcane claw from a defiant mage bandit did make it look like he was covered in wrinkles. But then appearances never mattered to folks in his profession, what was important was that people recognized the bright blue star on his chest and posse of fellow marshals. Cause out in the Frontier, the lawless only recognized st

the junior leader stammered out another reply. Thud! Thud! Thud! Soon, heavy footsteps echoed as a towering, muscular man stormed over with a posse in tow, his face red with rage. "What the hell are you thinking? Are you trying to spark a war between our nations?" The man halted a short distance from Howard and his companions, jabbing a finger at Howard as he bellowed. He was fresh from a post in the Abbercrombie's Western Region. He was newly appointed as deputy marshal and had not seen action in last year's conflict.

Alpha Wyatt I will always protect my little mate, she’s mine and mine only—as I am hers. My wolf keeps pushing through wanting to stay in wolf form just to be in our strongest form to defend our future Luna, Remi. I wouldn’t let harm come her way if I have anything to do with it, I do have my reputation for a reason. Before Remi came around, I was ruthless, I was known for my brutal force and strength. I was always good to my pack, but if any threat came our way or we had to advance on surrounding rabid rogues, I took immediate action, ending the threat without blinking an eye. I’m glad that my Alpha buddies are coming for the Luna Ceremony as I need some guy time to think about Remi’s dream

Send the High Marshal out, and I'll kill him right here. Logan cut in, "Mr. Hille, the High Marshal isn't in Drammore. He left yesterday, heading west. He might've gone to Kitherglen or maybe Mount Immortal." "Oh? Mount Immortal?" Emery's expression shifted slightly. Even Constantin frowned. "I'm telling the truth." "Okay." Emery nodded and looked at Constantin. "You heard him. The High Marshal went west. You can head to Kitherglen or Mount Immortal to settle your score."

“Since my mother-in-law and Xena are in danger, my only course of action is to finish you off and save them right after.” “Really? How dare you act all cocky when you know I’m a marshal?” Zain smirked a malicious smirk, and there was a glimmer of pure malice in his eyes. “Young man, do you think that I’m a marshal because I bribed my way there? You’re wrong. I’m already a marshal several years after I enlisted, and I earned that position with my punches. I’m not like those men who became marshals through good luck and relationship with others, or without any plausible skills!” Zain then ceased his rambling. He took one step forward and the distance of a few meters between him and Fane disapp