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"I must confess Marshal, you are not the man I expected you to be." Eldridge turned his head to take in the room. Empty whisky bottles liked the shelves like glass flytraps. Judging from the number of black bodies crawling and buzzing around them, they were effective at that task. "Not a Marshal," Eldridge answered. "Not anymore." He pointed to an empty spot on his chest where a tin star might have been. "I was misinformed," the women's lips compressed into a thin line of determination. "Never the less, I have heard of your reputation." Eldridge blinked away some of the cobwebs gumming up his eyes, but he could do naught for the ones that fogged up his mind. He wondered for a brief moment how the woman came to be in his room and glanced over her shoulder to the open door leading out to a hallway beyond. She walked right in. Some alarm bell went off in the back of his skull. If she could walk right in while he was...

DEAD SHOT - The Fort Smith Series classic western adventure novel "I can't condone this," Parker sat across from Eldridge and poured coffee from a tin pot. He pushed a cup over to the Marshal and blew on the hot liquid before taking a sip of his own. "I'm not asking your sanction," said Sample. "You killed these men outside the commission of your sworn duty." "They were a couple of murders," he ignored the cup of coffee. "They killed her." Parker watched the Marshal bite back a sob. His long fingers shook with rage as he clenched and unclenched his fists. "The law was going to let them get away with it." "I wasn't," said Parker. "You didn't have a choice. The Senator and his ilk were going to make you let them go, let them get away with it." "I would have ignored them." "And they would have killed your wife," Sample growled. "Or your ...

BACKWOODS STATION – BOOTLEG Sterling walked through the door of Fenix station and nodded to Madge behind her desk as she tried to ignore him. "Morning Madge," he tipped the brim of his hat. The action earned him a sniff of disapproval and what sounded like a harrumph as she cleared her throat. "Sterling!" Pete yelled across the almost empty room. Dominique glanced up from the file in front of her and watched as Sterling ambled back to the Chief Deputy's office. "You bellowed?" "Hell yeah I bellowed. You see, I have to yell Sterling. It's the only fucking way to get through to you." Sterling glanced at the digital clock on the wall. "I'm not late, Pete." "You dragging ass in half way through a work day is not the issue here," Pete pushed back from his desk. The wooden chair creaked under his weight as he shifted to put his feet up on the desk. "Then what is?" ...

The man stole his life. When he couldn't do it with a pistol, he did it with a lie. Now Sioux has two choices. Give up and ride away. Or fight for what's right. And he ain't the type to walk away. Grab your copy of this classic western adventure because it's always nice when the good guys win.

CHAPTER ONE Eldridge sat upon a bench in front of the newly constructed jail, this building twice as large as the last, but still as full of degenerates and criminals awaiting trial.   Little thought had been given to their comfort, just wooden bunks nailed to the walls stacked three deep and barely enough room to fit a man between the slats.   Those nine men were lucky, since the rest were forced to sleep on the floor or in corners, crammed on top of one another so that even the hangman’s noose seemed like a sweet release. He reached into his pocket and poured a dollop of whisky into the coffee mug delivered by Ellie.   She brought him his own pot now every morning when she delivered biscuits and water to feed the prisoners.   The Irish was his own addition. He sipped the fine concoction as the soldiers off loaded their horses from a hay filled open car, and mounted up behind a man in Colonel’s uniform.   They assumed a parade formation two men ab...

"I can't condone this," Parker sat across from Eldridge and poured coffee from a tin pot. He pushed a cup over to the Marshal and blew on the hot liquid before taking a sip of his own. "I'm not asking your sanction," said Sample. "You killed these men outside the commission of your sworn duty." "They were a couple of murders," he ignored the cup of coffee. "They killed her." Parker watched the Marshal bite back a sob. His long fingers shook with rage as he clenched and unclenched his fists. "The law was going to let them get away with it." "I wasn't," said Parker. "You didn't have a choice. The Senator and his ilk were going to make you let them go, let them get away with it." "I would have ignored them." "And they would have killed your wife," Sample growled. "Or your child. Or both. Hell, they would have burned down your house with the thre...