It ran straight south from Caldwell, Kansas to Fort Reno, I.T., then down through the Cheyenne and Comanche and Kiowa lands, crossing the Red River into Bowie, Texas. It was a line on the map, a demarcation. West of it no law existed, only outlaws. On trails out there, outlaws put notes on trees and posts to let lawmen know they'd be killed if they continued their pursuits west of the Dead Line.In the storied times of the American West, in what was called Indian Territory, no place came close to matching the dangers and mortality U.S.marshals faced doing their jobs. Those who survived became titans in the legends of the West, particularly one man called Bass Reeves. These stories are fiction; the encounters this lawman faced, and The Dead Line, were not.

    

    But watch your back, because not everyone is riding for justice. Get it now!

    Marshal, into the fray. Vicious, selfish, and desperate men own Nevada’s capitol city sheriff, and pay handsomely members of the legislature to get their way. Death rides the sagebrush range, and Chance gets help from the Virginia City sheriff.

    He's looking forward to an easy job, and then settling down for a bit. At least that’s the way he had it figured. What he hadn’t considered was how plans could change in a heartbeat, bringing him closer to deaths door than he ever wanted to be. Excerpt from Book 5: The Storm It was late afternoon of the first day and they were still several miles inside the Kansas border, when Clay found a place to camp for the night, near a small lake that would provide enough water for the herd. They would have to camp out in the open, but the weather was decent enough so that it shouldn’t be a problem. By tomorrow noontime, they should reach the Panhandle of Oklahoma where water was scarce. Clay didn’t want to push the herd too hard. He wanted them in good shape because it would be at least two more days before they could reach the Cimarron River and cattle don’t travel well without water. He figured they would lose a little weight during the three-hundred-and-fifty-mile drive, but once they got to his land, it wouldn’t take them long to put the weight back on. The White River ran through his property with several small tributaries, and there was plenty of tall grass. The cattle weren’t used to walking all day and were more than ready to settle down for the night when the time came. No one knew how Mrs. McIntyre did it, but that evening for supper, they feasted on corned beef and cabbage with soda bread and large slabs of butter, and blackberry pie. She’d seen some blackberries growing wild and since the herd was moving slow, she’d stopped and picked enough for six pies. “Ya know, boss,” Riley, a tall young man from Texas, said, “if this is the way we’re gonna eat, I don’t reckon you’ll ever be wantin’ fer hands. Women or not, this is the best trail drive I’ve ever been on, and if my work suits ya, I’ll be stayin’ on when we get to yer ranch.” Riley was young, just seventeen, but he’d been around cattle drives most of his young life and he knew his business. Clay was lucky to have him. Young he might be, but Clay was guessing the young man would ride for the brand, should trouble arise. Clay looked out across the herd and watched as his men worked the cattle. There was a mixture of ages, which was good as far as he was concerned. The men new to this kind of work would learn from the more experienced riders. Colleen blushed and waved the end of her apron at him. “Ah, go on with ya now. You and yer silver tongue. Ah man works hard, he needs ah good meal, that’s all.” Bert took his slice of blackberry pie and backed away, saying, “Yes ma’am. Whatever you say, ma’am.” After the evening meal, Cindy brought out her guitar and sat on the tailgate of the wagon and to everyone’s surprise, began to strum a slow, song of home. Then she began to sing and as if by magic, the cattle settled down. Singing was what cowboys did while riding night herd to help keep the cattle calm, but none of them had a voice as soothing as Cindy McIntyre. Clay had just poured himself a cup of coffee and was enjoying Cindy’s singing, when a young man came riding up to the camp and got down. He took a double take when he saw the two women, then spied Clay and walked up to him. “Mister Brentwood?” Clay smiled. He was just a boy, no more than fourteen and dressed in town clothes. “Sorry son, but I got all the wranglers I need. The boy grinned. “I’m not a cowboy, sir. I’m Ben Masterson and I work for the railroad. I’m training to be a telegraph operator.”

    Dangerous renegades, wild Comanche Indians, and many hardships on the journey, test the iron will of the young Morgan. The great Civil War was on its final day of conflict. With four years of war behind him, Bowie Morgan agreed to take his gravely wounded friend, George Raker, home to his wife and their Circle R Ranch in Texas. Raker promised the young Morgan half the ranch if he gets him back home alive to his beloved wife.Morgan is no rancher and he needs no pay to help his good friend, George Raker. Both men saved each other's life many times in the last four years of war. Bowie finally gives in to Raker's offer. He knows the long trip will be hard on his wounded friend, but come hell or high water they're heading on the Trail to Medicine Mound.

    Jack Bell refused to take the oath from the Yankees at Bennett Place. Instead, he stole a Union Cavalry horse and made his way South, toward a home that didn’t feel like home.When the beautiful daughter of a former slave steals Jack’s heart, he thinks he might put down roots in South Carolina.But he soon learns that the grudges from the war did not die with Lee’s surrender.So the Confederate cavalry lieutenant known to his men as “Hell’s Bell” decides to set out to the one place where he thinks he can make a life for himself: his father’s North Texas farm at the junction of the Washita and Red River.But the ghosts that haunt Jack Bell at Two Rivers Station are more real, and more dangerous, than anything he might have faced back east. If Jack Bell can make peace with the past and secure a future for himself, he is going to have to do it behind a Henry rifle and a Yankee badge. If you love traditional old Westerns full of gunsmoke and horses, men with badges and the women who love them, outlaws with six-shooters and masks, all under a big Texas sky, then you’ll love REDEMPTION AT TWO RIVERS STATION. Get it now and fall in love again with the Old West!

    These stories contain action, adventure and the wild, untamed frontier…. These are the bounty hunters, gunfighters and lawmen who protect the innocent—the men who tamed the Wild West and caught the criminal’s dead, or alive! This is “Guns on the Horizon”. Four great adventures from one of America’s leading Western writers Randall Dale. Four chances to discover crime, punishment and tales of the Old West. Inside this book you will find action, adventure, greed, gluttony and love. You will find the bodies of dead bad guys, the guns of lawman and the pleas of the desperate, wild criminal facing the end of a rope, or on the edge of a bullet. Enjoy one heck of a great Western adventure with Randall Dale—the man who tells the stories of the Old West you’ll love!

    By its third year, the war had already produced tails of brothers and friends meeting on the field of battle wearing different uniforms. Often those encounters ended in tragedy, where one man would spend his hours with ghosts and nightmares, and the other in a cold shallow grave. This story concerns two longtime friends, both new to America from across the sea. Captain Riley Blue, a Confederate cavalry officer finds his boyhood friend washed ashore from a destroyed Union gunboat. The brief artillery battle which sunk Padrick Haggerty’s gunboat had cost Cpt. Blue his horse, his hearing, contact with his company, and for a while his senses. When the smoke and his mind had cleared, Riley knew he couldn’t be responsible for his friend sitting out the war in a hell hole prisoner of war camp. Riley Blue knew he could be shot as a deserter if he was captured by his own forces, and shot as a spy if captured by the Union forces. He also knew the nearest safe haven for his friend, Paddy, was hundreds of miles away.

    

    The bad dreams and fear of thunderstorms are a result of five years as a Blackfoot, Sioux, Comanche, and Comanchero slave. Now the successful rancher and part time Texas Ranger is expanding his holdings to include a ranch in Kansas and pioneering the breeding and raising of Longhorn-Hereford cattle. But not everything goes his way. After the Civil War, crippling taxes become an arm of the Carpet Baggers and Reconstruction in the southern states.In spite of the adversity, Clint and a collection of colorful characters now call the Broken Dog Ranch, home. Ex-slaves, ex-rustlers, and ex-gunmen and outlaws all celebrate new lives, working together to develop and fine tune the recovery of Texas, the Longhorn, the Cowboy, and the Trail Drive.Overcoming high taxes, rustlers, and cheating businessmen, Clint, his family, and crew exemplify the Spirit of the West.

    The thirty-five-year-old lawman has several gunfights under his belt and the scars to show for it. He has dealt with tough cases and tougher crooks with no problems. When multiple murders occur, he finds himself heading a serial sex murderer task force that is statewide. Jack is divided between enforcing the law and vengeance, and things spin beyond his control—almost. Jack has to decide between right and wrong in order to determine what to do about it…

    With all his wiles, skills and guts, he must evade danger and survive when the odds are stacked against him. This roaring frontier adventure will keep you on the edge of your seat—as each page brings trouble for Will. Can he make it to the end of his journey without meeting his maker, or will he lie dead and forgotten as time keeps marching on?Grab your copy today to experience frontier adventure from one of the finest authors of the genre!

    To the daughter he’d left many years before. After crossing the desert, at the Colorado River, he comes across a woman and her young grandson, survivors of a brutal stage robbery. He finds himself in a small mining town in Arizona territory, wearing the badge of a Deputy U.S. Marshal, being the arm of the law in the town, tracking down outlaws and uncovering a sinister plot based on deception and corruption. A plan to rob, kill and terrorize, in the interests of cleaning out the Broke Knife Mine once and for all. Taking the wealth, and leaving nothing but dust and dead men behind. Pete Cooper encounters men who are cold blooded killers. He encounters honest men who work hard for a living. He also encounters a refined woman who, in spite of his rough edges, falls in loves with him. ‘The Guns of the Broke Knife Mine’, is a tale of the west. There’s action, intrigue, adventure, and even a little romance. It’s a tale of good men overcoming evil, and in a few cases, men overcoming the evil that lives within themselves. Does he ever make it back to Kansas to see his daughter? You ask. Well, I reckon you’ll have to read it to find out. Saddle up pard.