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She is a prostitute until she gets fired and has to leave town. She becomes the mail-order bride of a Baptist preacher in a small town in North Central Texas. She tells the marriage broker about her past but doesn’t tell her husband-to-be. As life deals its twists and turns, will the truth finally be found out? She’s afraid to admit that she does have a past that wouldn’t be prudent for a pastor's wife. This story will tell of the trials she will have to overcome to prove herself worthy of her new position in this small town.

Our job, as described by the judge, was to look into the backgrounds of certain individuals and determine whether they had the potential of becoming law breakers. There was very little, if any, violence involved in this endeavor - That is until the last few jobs. It seemed as if we were becoming more like bounty hunters than investigators.

"You ready to tell me what we're carrying?" "Why is it so important for you to know?" "Well first place, if it was nitroglycerin, then I would take another route. If it was whiskey I'd stop for a drink any time. Why is it you don't want to tell me?" "Alright, if you must know, it's dynamite." "Dynamite! Why in blazes didn't you tell me that when we started?" "If you had known would you have agreed to carry it?" "Probably not."

Them Dakota Territories is an outlaw's paradise, untamed and uncivilized, that's what I heard. It's a bad place fer a person to be going to, if you ask me. They say that this Judge Renfro is what you call a hanging judge. They say he hung a feller one time just to see how long his legs would kick until he died.

Wanted! Brides for lonely men in Texas. He had sent money for expenses along with a train ticket. I had never had this much money to spend on myself. If this is what it's like to be a Texas bride, then I like it.

"You got something in there fit for riding?" She nodded again. "Put it on, you're going with me." She turned and went behind the stagecoach.

Gabriel Montague, a newspaper man from Philadelphia, is searching for anomalies in the Appalachian Mountains to write a series of stories for his newspaper, when he comes across something, or someone, like he has never encountered before in all his travels.

Cowboy is pursued by outlaw. Gets shot and cornered in cabin.

"I'm afraid, Murph," I said. "What if she won't accept a one-armed man?" She turned me loose and stepped back. I stood, letting her take a good look at me. The whole me. The half me. Her eyes moved slowly up and down my body, her eyes finally coming to rest on my empty sleeve. My heart seemed to stop beating. My breath caught in my throat.

This is a short story of a man hired to guard, as he puts it, a worthless stinky smelly mud hole.

Francis Gertrude O'Brian (Trudy), a rawboned 18-year-old freckle-faced redhead, is physically and mentally abused by her two sisters, then sexually abused by her neighbor boys. She becomes a little mixed up and confused in her thinking. Perhaps it's because she's so young that she doesn't think things through before she acts. She commits many acts of robbery and murder; however, as she grows older and matures, her thinking becomes clearer, and she seemingly wants to do good.

Greed is an awful thing. It can take over a person's mind and consume all their energy, until it is brought to fulfillment in either of two ways. One being death, or the other way, which is the preferable way, is to find and procure that which a person is greedy for.

I'm hated by ignorant people who don't realize that this is a job just like chopping wood or baking bread. Someone has to do it. I decided if I'm the one to do it, I'm going to be the best.

"You can't shoot me, you're a preacher." "I haven't always been a preacher. You and I have unfinished business from before I became a preacher." The Preacher spoke softly, "I'm not gonna kill you. In fact, I'm gonna forgive you for what you did to my wife and me. However, I do require that you walk over to the sheriff's office and turn yourself in." "I ain't going no place with you." said the man. The Preacher stood, waiting calmly with his hand hovering over his pistol.

Ex-marshal, Cliff Baron, 35 years old, six feet four inches, neatly trimmed wavy brown hair, turning gray at the temples. He has whiskey-colored eyes and a pencil thin mustache on his upper lip. He's a stout man weighing about 190 pounds. He dresses immaculately with a flower on his lapel at all times. He's always clean shaven, but today, he has a three day growth of beard. He's on his way to Shortland, Texas to pick up the man who cost him his job. His best friend since childhood, Montgomery Mayfield.

The exciting new western from Texas best seller J.C. Hulsey! Have you ever been to Hell? Hell, Texas? So it was on that particular day at that particular time in that particular Texas town, Tebo Sterling, Texas Bounty Hunter was born.

It was a little after noon on a Friday. I was really looking forward to a great weekend with Nora. I guess you could call her my fiancé. We've been going together for almost two years, and she's always hinting that we should tie the knot. I glanced up from my thoughts, and I saw her...walking down the middle of the street.

The awful war was finally over and I was going home. I hoped I still had a home. I didn't leave on very good terms. Me heading north and my three brothers going south. Pa said he just couldn't understand how a son of his could turn against his family like that. I tried to explain my convictions, but he didn't want to listen. So I climbed up on my horse and pointed him north. I got about 100 yards out, then I stopped, turned in the saddle and said goodbye to the home I had known for all of my 17years.

Brian Cavanaugh (alias the Kid Cavanaugh) has just reached the half century mark in his life. People have always said if a professional gunfighter lives past 50, he is either very good or very lucky. At this age, he has decided to hang up his gun and retire, so he travels across the country to return to his childhood home of Rickety Springs, Texas.

Today he was going to collect 500 dollars with this one shot. Vincent McConnell is a bounty hunter with a reputation for always bringing in his man, dead or alive. He learned a long time ago that dead was a lot easier.