Sheriff Robin Hood Novels & Stories

The streets were as silent as they had been since Hunter came, the only movement coming from the heavily armed patrols that still roamed the area, their presence a grim reminder of the chaos that had swallowed Shadowbrook. We made our way toward the barrier, Dominic as our hostage, his hands bound by cuffs that clinked softly with each step. The Sheriff led the way, his posture stiff and authoritative. As we neared the checkpoint, a guard stepped forward, staring at us suspiciously. "This one attacked me!" the Sheriff barked, pushing Dominic forward. The guard, barely glancing at Dominic's disheveled appearance, nodded and waved us through, granting us passage. Just as we crossed the thresho

Sheriff Lindsay Gold was in her office, as usual, reading over the reports that had been left on her desk since she had left work the day before. She was getting used to the weirdness that had been taking place in her county since she had taken over as sheriff only months earlier. As she began to read the report in her hand, she heard a knock at her door. She looked up to see Little Bob standing in the doorway. “What’s up, Bob?” she asked, closing the file in her hand and placing it on her desk.

I'm aware of Moon's help with human trafficking, but I don't interrupt. "Xavier is a modern day Robin Hood in the eyes of many." This time I can't keep quiet. "Not to the police." "No," he says with a smile. "Not to the police." He waits a heartbeat before continuing. "Is it guilt that's eating at you, my child?" He's too young to say things like "my child," and I say so. "Does the 'my child' routine score you points when you're talking to a parishioner?"

Mark watched as Michael Ferguson drove towards him. Luckily, there was only one road away from the Halloway farm, so guessing this asshole’s choice of direction hadn’t been a big challenge. No, the challenge was yet to come. Mark’s large body tensed up as he prepared to make contact with a man that, until now, he’d only encountered on paper; God knows, that man had been bad enough. Ferguson was the Sheriff of Foxburg Falls, Oregon, a former Marine, a high school football hero. He was also a sick, twisted fuck who raped and beat up women in his hometown, and then used his badge to intimidate them into silence.

As if he can shoot me in public and go Scott free. “Go on.” I dare him. “Show them what you really are.” A small smile perks Nephilim’s lip. It doesn’t reach his eyes. The criminal raises both hands, steps back thrice, and dips his head. “Sheriff.” And he’s gone. Rocco swears in Italian, calling me all the names in the book. Officers drag him away, shutting off his rants. I tuck back my gun, chest tightening. Harry is right. Mad-Bishop is innocent. As much as it kills me to accept, it’s the truth.

asked Brick curious. "Dale Fisher," replied Sheriff Tillman. Brick seemed to know the man due to the expression on his face. Dale Fisher was the sheriff of the second to the last town they had ridden through after bringing in a collar at another Sheriff's behest. "I'm listening," replied Brick as he turned his attention to the case file. "Former local thug's name is Darren Hiller," said Sheriff Tillman. "Son of a bitch is wanted for attempted robbery and the near-fatal beating of his battered wife Michelle while she was pregnant with his now dead third child."

The loss of this season stung, and the idea that I might not get to sail with Cora next year only made it worse. Sheriff Matt nodded, his face crinkling in commiseration before shifting into a frown at something behind me. "There goes Robbie Saunders. It's a little early in the day, but what else does a billionaire have to do?" Sheriff Matt asked. I turned to see what appeared to be a very drunk Robbie weaving his way down the dock toward his boat. He stumbled, nearly eating it on the wooden platform, but he managed to get onto his yacht and disappear below.

Jodi bragged. “What does he do for a living? Is he a bar owner, too?” Gabriella asked. “No, he’s the sheriff,” Jodi said. Gabriella’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding? You’re marrying a cop?” “Yes.” “Sheriff Matthew Kirby. I have to admit, he is quite the gentleman,” Sandy said. “You are not Jodi Garvey,” Gabriella stated. “The Jodi Garvey I knew passed me my first joint and said, have a ball. The Jodi I knew got drunk and hung out of car windows with her tits out. The Jodi I knew -”

"Dad doesn't know I'm here?" "No. No one but Dean and I know you're here. Well, and Emma, but that's just because she's covering for us. And you know she'd never tell." Robbie blushed. The anger seemed to wash out of him, his back going straighter and with more power and confidence in his stride. He wasn't going home to meet the firing squad anymore. "Robert Saunders. I just need you to sign here and you'll be free to go," the sheriff said, catching Robbie's attention. Robbie quickly picked up a pen and started signing the papers laid out on the desk as Dean pointed to the various places that needed a signature.

I can feel the relief that is washing over his body as he holds me in his arms. “You’re safe now my dove!” He says quietly into my ear. *** After some time the Sheriff comes in to the cabin carrying his rifle, “you all okay?” Everyone is sat in the living room, he nods at Robin and says, “thanks for not killing them, I’m going to have great pleasure in putting them lot away for good”. Robin nods his head. Sheriff, “in fact I’m going to go do that right now. The chopper is getting ready to go.” He tips his hat in our direction.