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I can shoot, all right. I 'borrowed' Paw's Walkers and entered the contest. I won it all. I also caught the eye of the US Marshals. Well, it was a hell of a lot better offer than the failing ranch. A new life. Proud of that silver on my chest, I began the important career in Law Enforcement, and quickly ran out of the romance of it. As the bodies around me began to stack up, I began to feel that badge get heavier and heavier. I think God got tired of watching over me and found me a way out. Just in time. Now, I have a life, a legacy, and what the hell, a real ranch! #TheStoryteller

A semi-fictional warning told in Police vignettes. In the wilderness, any hunter with any common sense knows the rule. If you do not represent a threat, the animals, even the predators, will leave you alone. If you must interface with them, you have to understand that they do not trust mankind and their hackles rise, forcing a violent confrontation. The hunter does not always win that fight. Now, replace the 'Hunter' with 'Police Officer' and the 'predators' are those people who do not have their civilized behavior as containment walls in place, so the animal is loose. But unfortunately, ...

Japanese Detective Sergeant Tokito Kolihishi has about had all of the dismal death investigations he can stand. One more pushes him too far. He might be from ancient Samurai stock, but it is time to leave the battlefield to others. He obeys his father's summons to America, there to restore to its original beauty, an crumbling, falling down Japanese Temple and open a Steakhouse within. But there is much more than meets the eye. The Temple is carrying some kind of curse. His instinctive nature is to investigate it and stop it. With the help of a lovely Japanese woman, or two, he finds the ...

It started innocently enough. A beau calling his girl to Denver. A working girl finding a new life. A gambler scooting out from angry drunks who lost. A rancher heading home after a successful sale of a prize bull. Yes, innocent enough. But as the days rolled by, slowly, there seemed to be an awful lot of attention from bandits on this one Wells Fargo Stagecoach. Even the Apache are harassing them half the time. It is like they cannot trust anybody! Along the way, skills no woman should bring to the trail arise. They will be needed, and soon. It does not become clear until the twelfth day, ...

John Colt has done it all. He's been a sheriff a Texas Ranger and even a US Marshal. And all he learned in all of those successful careers is that he worked himself to death, faced down and killed many outlaws who needed killing, and for what? A mere pittance. It is not enough. He pulls out, after a bad injury where he nearly lost his life. Cared for by a lovely nurse, he finds he has a part of himself that somehow will struggle to change him. A strong, determined, stubborn man, he cannot be controlled by a woman with a strong streak of right from wrong, and he must move on. Those two were ...

Leo is a drifter, a man looking for opportunity. Always. He has a fascinating background, but not exactly the salt of the earth. Ducking the law, traveling the desert, he stumbles onto a town war, where one side or the other wants control of the silver mines. Ugly, black silver. Or is it? Leo sees opportunity, all right. Whoever is the last man or the last woman left in town, owns it all. Will it be him? Maybe one of the professional gunslingers? No one can tell until the last battle is fought. And it runs for better than ten years! Adventure and romance, the heart of any good story. Enjoy!...

In the days of the western frontier, where mining companies put up towns, paid workers a pittance and hired their own security, they often hired a Marshal. Similar to a Sheriff, but with no town council or mayor getting in the way. But mines have their draw for outlaws. If it is not the silver or gold bullion, it is always the pay wagons. Marshal Cord Loninger, ex-Texas Ranger was lured to such a position in Cactus City, NM. But he soon discovered that the mining company would not hire deputies. So, it was his job to stand the front line and stop the threats. He was good at it. But somehow,...

Katarina was sold away to a man she did not know. Such was the fate of many a young girl in the 17th century.The marriage would combine the power of two families. Fate has other ideas. Not only is she saved from the old, wicked Count, she is found by a powerful man. But there is much more to her than she knows. Heinrich is going to save her - just in time. #TheStoryTeller

We count on the eyes in the sky to protect our coasts, our way of life, and our families. But they are not infallible. Clever people with evil intent can make the eyes work against themselves. In a process known as occlusion, the eyes can literally be fooled into tracking what is not there, or worse, transfer the work to another target, and the operator may not even notice. It will take a clever, very well-trained, determined pair of experts to find, identify and solve the problem, all the while, like any pair of beautiful people, keep their hands to temselves. Yeah, sure... Enjoy the ...

Robin is a coming of age swamp witch, growing up under the tutelage of her mother and grandmother, powerful witches in their own right, learning her responsibility to keep evil out of this world, and hold the line for good. Relocated by the sudden, violent death of Robin's grandfather, they must leave their home turf in Georgia's Okefenokee Swamp to fix up the old man's cabin in the Florida Everglades. The initial thought is to sell it and return, but, once there, it is apparent that Robin and her mother have new challenges, a sudden awareness that they are in the end game fight! They have ...

Sergeant First Michael Crane survived a brutal war, found himself mustered out a long way from home, and knew he would have to work hard to get there. He had help and he had the helpless, and whenever called up, he stepped up. Whatever the mysteries of life, he almost stumbled over the perfect woman, the love of his life, and the two made the trek home. But not without loss, pain, headaches and heartaches, and, of course happiness, but then, that makes a good story. Enjoy. #The Storyteller.

Texas Ranger John Miller is not who he seems to be. He has an odd history stretching back 200 years! But he has managed to conceal his Sorcerer persona for those years under different names, often behind different badges. Until he meets the woman he rescues from a miserable existence, and she seems able to see right through him. And she likes the good man she sees. It progresses from there to one hell of a partnership, as close as two people can get! And it might last forever, if they can just get a most deadly entity off their backs!!

A half-finished sorceress is not quite a pitiful thing. Two hundred years of masking, outliving every husband, moving from city to city, it all runs together. Then, her son calls her to Oregon City, along the Oregon Trail by wagon train. Headaches, heartaches, and hope! Every skill she has will be called upon, and the only man she will ever love forever comes into her life. Survival, infinite love, it is the way of the sorcerer. Even then.

Master Sorcerer Morgan had been around too many people with a hand out, seeking what he possessed. But it could not be shared, and he could not grant three wishes. He headed for the islands to find a home where he would be unknown and live a quiet life. By nearly a disastrous accident, he found isolation. He shipwrecked on a near perfectly round island well away from the mainland and south of Bermuda. But fate, or whatever, would not let him enjoy isolation. It was not long, another shipwreck hit his island. She is not what she appears to be. Of course, neither is he. It will be a hell of a...

Nature can be unkind. The death of a den is a traumatic event to any wolf. No matter that the wolf is the apex predator, like any form of killer, there is sometimes something bigger, stronger, and just as deadly. So, the little pup is on his own. Maybe nature, maybe the Great Spirit, even God, might have taken notice. The little guy had gone through hell. He had not eaten in two days and his chance of survival ran right between slim and none. Red Bird Singing, Red to her white man’s family who raised her, has an affinity for animals, for healing and for a lot more she does not yet ...

Scientists and explorers have known of the Richat Structure, the Eye of the Sahara, for nearly a century. But those early explorers in the late nineteen thirties, had no idea of the shape, for from the ground, it is just too massive too understand. It was in 2005 that an astronaut on a spacewalk, the first to see the thing in such detail, brought real attention to it. It was not just a patch of rocks in the Sahara. It was a series of concentric circles some forty kilometers in diameter, or about twenty-five miles. The question became, "What is it?" or, "Is it dangerous to the locale, or to ...

In the seeds of despair, in the hopelessness of fear, pain and death, there often arises opportunity for love. And the choices are not always our own. Thrust together by circumstance, two unlikely people find themselves drawn together, literally under fire. The people are not the players we expect. But this is a love story… Asteroids come and go. Love endures all things…So they tell us… (Easy Reading Font)

In the golden age of piracy, roughly the early 1700s, there was the romance of piracy. Blood, thrilling, even, weirdly romanticized over time. This tale is not about them. It is about Reece Bonny Roberts who is a direct, but far down the line descendent that gets caught up in the hunt for treasure. She finds the right partner, nearly a pirate’s look on his own, and together, they make it a point to hunt down her ancestor’s treasure So, why on earth would anyone deposit gold, silver and jewels at the bottom of a sea cylinder, so far down, they will never see it again? It is the hunt, the...

The setting, up in the far northwest of North America, British Columbia to be exact, was beautiful, tranquil and a home site seemingly designed for the new settlers. It had the lake, the mountains, the granite peaks, and all. Privacy, isolation, and friends in the local Indian village. They named it Mirror Lake, for it simply stole one's breath away trying to take it all in. But then, it had something else that was not easily seen. Animals and people could not get near the water. Near it, or on it, no one survived. But only crazy people swim in the great frozen lakes of BC. Too cold, always...

She hadn’t meant to see it. She did not want to remember it, and by God, she would as soon forget it… if she could. But, no one was going to believe her, either way. And there are those, unfortunately, who are compelled to be certain… Fortunately, when all other avenues fail within our government, there are those who step up from the shadows to provide the necessary security. Both are shocked. Brenda because her life is turned upside down, on the run, but with a man who could well define the ideal... if he wasn't so damned elusive. Jack, because of all those he babysat over the years ...