The Ghost Marshal by Pete Fuller

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With our coffee Jake and I chatted about his woe's and how he was letting the towns folk down. I saw the two men come through the door after I heard Bucks loud whinny and snort outside. One stood at the door, the other walked slowly too our table. "I'll take care of this sheriff." I said and stood as the gent got to our table. "Yeah old man, you best do as he says." He glanced at Jake when he spoke and that was his mistake, I took advantage of it. Before he knew what was going on he was looking down the bore of a big .44 that would blow his sorry ass too hell in a second. And then I spoke.

About Pete Fuller

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I grew up in South Carolina in the peeridge section. with a family of truck drivers and moonshine runner's. My family helped settle Tenn. and S.C. with a proud heritage from the revolution too the Vietnam conflict serving six years in the South Carolina National Guards myself. I learned to drive truck at a young age and traveled forty four states, Canada and Old Mexico I lived in New Mexico for fifteen years where Billy the Kid and Pat Garret roamed the mountain's and high plains. After reading Louis L'amour's stories of the old west epic tales I felt compelled to try my hand at writing. It's taken a long time to get too where I'm at now and looking forward to the future.
Published February 26, 2010 by Xlibris. 72 pages
Genres: Westerns, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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