Frontier Marshal Novels & Stories

Old Clancy Rollins was a retired Ranger and the meanest Sheriff the gang ever came across. Grabbing the reins of a nearby unattended horse, Edward leapt in to the saddle. The animal reared up, nearly throwing him off, but Edward was a good horseman, even if he was a month shy of twenty. He had been working with horses ever since he could remember. Edward controlled the frightened stallion well, and soon he was flying through the town and out of its gates. He glanced back, but no one was after him. The fate of Sheriff Clancy Rollins was probably their main concern now, and even if they had taken out most of the Gator Boys, Edward Horton Junior was going to be the most wanted man in the town o

The rider nearly fell from the saddle. Several soldiers rushed forward to catch him. The man looked exhausted. Half frozen. His cloak was torn in multiple places. One sleeve had been ripped completely away. I recognized the insignia on his chest. Eastern Border Patrol. The rider struggled to breathe. "Commander..." Vane stepped forward. "Report." The man swallowed hard. "We lost contact." "With who?" "Everyone." The courtyard became deathly quiet. The rider's voice shook. "Three forts." My heart dropped. "Which ones?"

After walking for a while he stopped and said loudly " Who ever is following you can show your self" At that moment 5 martial artist jumped out from the dark. I immediately recognized one of the Marshal Barns! I greeted Marshal Barns and asked politely" Marshal Barns what bring you for this visit" Marshal Barns waved his hands and said " You don't need to be polite with me, now have you decided on your decision" Danial fell into deep thought.

“Even Sheriff Sheridan’s paws have been on it.” “They should be. The sheriff is him. Are you all set, sugar? Sam is waiting in the basement. The guard will be Doc Mitchell, the neighborhood vet. “Veterinarian?” “Yes, there was a horse doctor in the Civil War. He has always been an active veterinarian. Does an excellent job when we’re transformed into wolves. Also, he is among our greatest shooters. “Like, good enough to have shot the shooter down far away?” Many grays are like that, according to the author.

" Okay, but what about my payment?" I nodded. Finding no other way to kill my time here. He guides me to the bar and steadies the revolving bar chair for me to sit. I felt strange again. No man has treated me with so much respect before. He seemed like a nice guy. We started chit-chatting, but my eyes were fixed on my brother's back. Ryder was telling me that he was the head warrior in the second-biggest pack in the world. He attended mid-semester to finish his studies.

All his careful independent planning had been shattered by the pup's rogue migration, leaving his hands completely empty. "Your wolf must maintain faith in my vanguard, Mars. I will resolve this boundary crisis for your house! I give you the vow of the Consortium that Langston will not suffer a single scratch while he resides on the ridge. Resume your public duties at the trade halls and maintain your daily routine to avoid drawing the golden eyes of Grant Walker to this quarter. Once my trackers locate the boy's exact security cell, I will bring him directly to your den, and then we will cross the frontier."