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About Ronnie Ashmore
Ronnie Ashmore is a veteran police officer and two-time chief of police who started his law enforcement career as a jailer and worked his way up through the ranks.
He writes novels involving crime thrillers and westerns. He has an ability to give his characters an authentic voice and a sense of reality.
When he is not working or writing and has some spare time, he enjoys playing golf, fishing, and traveling.
You can contact him at email@example.com
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Titles By Ronnie Ashmore
A man is innocent until proven guilty, so the law says. But in Big Spring, Texas, a small frontier town, that doesn’t seem to be the consensus. When bounty hunter John Riley finds himself facing a murder charge, he sends for his friend, Marshal Jubal Stone, hoping he can keep him from the gallows.
One of the town’s beloved citizens, Wentzel Thompson, is murdered. Two hours later, John Riley comes riding into town with Thompson’s possessions in his poke. It doesn’t look good for Riley, especially since the sheriff seems all-too-quick to label him a murderer. He will need a good lawyer to defend him. That man is Luke Born, a former gunfighter. John will also need lawman extraordinaire Jubal Stone to find Thompson’s killer. Hang on to your hat. This one is going to take you for a fast ride.
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The Porter brothers had proved to be quite a challenge to apprehend, but Marshal Jubal Stone had promised their victims justice and that’s exactly what they got—the victims and the Porters. Jubal killed Elijah when he resisted arrest. Then he hunted Amos, following the trail of dead bodies, until he captured him in the small Texas town of De Leon.
Never did Jubal imagine, however, that their father, Angus Porter, an infamous highwayman who abandoned his sons when they were but boys, would attempt to vindicate their deaths. He came to Waco, disguised as an old, blind reporter. While talking with Jubal on the jail stoop, he drew out his pistol and shot the marshal twice.
Now Jubal has recovered and has set his flint on capturing or killing Angus. Being shorthanded and not wanting to leave the town of Waco without adequate protection and peace officers, Jubal does something he never thought he’d do: He partners up with a bounty hunter by the name of John Riley. These two men prove to be quite a duo, after they get past their differences.
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For ex-Texas Ranger Sam Bolton life was good. He had a successful ranch, a beautiful wife, and was content. Until he gets word a dangerous outlaw is coming for him. An outlaw that has built a reputation that rivals any Sam has ever heard of. Now all Sam has worked for has been threatened, forcing Sam to make the toughest decision of his life. Tom Bowdry made his reputation as killer. Lightning Sam Bolton made his years ago as a symbol of justice. When these two meet, bullets will surely fly.
Caroline dropped her rifle. Sam appeared in the opening of the cave. Then she was in his arms and the tears were flowing. Sam held her and let her cry. Not rushing her, not talking. Just holding her and stroking her tangled hair.
Shiloh usually went somewhere else when they hugged on each other. Now he had nowhere to go. So, he picked up the rifle Caroline had dropped and pretended to examine it.
Eventually, Caroline broke the embrace and stepped back. Sam looked at Shiloh examining a rifle.
“Shiloh didn’t think you were around.”
Shiloh looked at Sam, “How’d you know to get back here so fast?”
Sam looked at Caroline, then at Shiloh, “Just did. Although I wasn’t in time to save the house or the men.”
“No. Bowdry set fire to the bunkhouse and pinned the boys inside. Me and Shiloh were in the main house. They fired it. But I took our route we talked about.”
“You did good. So did you Shiloh,” Sam said.
Shiloh looked at him, “Boss, I failed in everything. I lost the ranch. I lost the men. We had to run to a cave to hide.”
“Shiloh, your main job was to protect Caroline. She’s alive. You did a good job.”
Shiloh was silent a moment, words caught in his throat. He felt a tear forming in his eyes. Sam saved him the embarrassment.
“We have to get off this mountain. Two of Bowdry’s men are dead. Although you get credit for the one gut shot.”
Briefly, Sam explained the happenings outside the cave.
“Bowdry ran off?”
“Yeah. He proved himself a coward when it comes to one on one. Now he has to kill us. His reputation will take a hit if he don’t. Once word gets out, the big reputation he built will crumble. So, as we go down, keep a sharp eye out. He will try to kill from ambush, I think.”
No one said a word. Each knew what must be done and the man out there that wanted them all dead.
Mike left the chief’s office, he slowly walked down the hall to the lobby and made his way outside. Captain Morgan was waiting for him in the parking lot. Morgan walked up to him with a scowl on his face.
“Wanna go with me?”
“I’m on leave. I can’t do nothing.”
“Well, I’m not sitting here waiting for the mighty Texas Rangers to investigate one of us. I’m going to the scene, if you’re up for it, we could walk through it again.”
Mike was conflicted, at least this would feel like doing something instead of sitting home alone with his thoughts. On the other hand, Chief would have his ass if he was caught at the scene. Getting in Morgan’s unmarked pickup Mike said, “I’m not supposed to be involved with this investigation. Chief just told me that.”
“I’m not part of the shooting investigation either. But I don’t want one of our officer’s fate trusted to an outside agency. Even the Texas Rangers. We are just going to look around. Don’t worry about it.”
Mike knew Morgan always seemed to not trust other cops who didn’t have a Colby police badge. They sat in silence as Morgan drove back to the scene.
There was plyboard in the door where the glass had been, that was the first thing Mike noticed as they drove past Smith’s Market and turned right. Morgan stopped at the mouth of the alley as crime scene tape blocked the entrance. The Ranger said there were people looking for the gun, but they must have been looking on Mars, because the alley was empty.
As they got out of the pickup, Morgan led the way stepping under the yellow tape into the alley, Mike walked slowly behind him feeling like a trespasser crossing into a forbidden area. He could see the events unfold again in his memory and felt the urge to either cry or throw up, or maybe both. Morgan’s voice broke into the horror movie that was playing in Mike’s mind.
“Stand where you were last night.”
Mike walked to the spot he would never forget standing. Morgan went to about where the gunman had stood which was easy to see since there was blood stains and trash from EMS laying there marking the place where a young life had ended violently. The alley which felt so foreboding and eerie in the dark was much less intimidating in the daylight. All the movements Morgan was making was clear and easy to see.
Morgan turned to face Mike, “Now, you shoot me, I fall back, or I fall down. Where the hell does the gun go?” There was only empty space around the site. Morgan continued to look around, Mike started to think it was the proverbial needle in the haystack when he seen Morgan look up at the back of the building that would be the rear of Smith’s Market. Morgan took several steps back and began jumping in an effort to get a better look. It was hard to tell what it was, but it was worth checking out.
Sam Bolton was wanting life to return to normal on the Lightning Bolt Ranch after the ranch was destroyed. But a new marshal in the town has his own way of keeping the peace, a way that goes against everything Sam believes in. When a family of fighting men rides in from east Texas seeking revenge, Sam is soon drawn into a fight for survival with an ally he doesn’t trust. Sam Bolton enemies will soon know what a fighting man really is.
“Who’s this coming?” Billy said.
Sam turned toward the direction Billy was looking. It was a horse and a rider approaching at a slow walk, but the rider looked to be hanging on for his life, as if he hadn’t ridden in a long time.
Sam watched as the horse made its way to the yard and the rider tried to pull up and stop. Billy reached out a hand and caught the reins under the horse’s chin bringing the animal to a stop.
Both men stood watching the rider a few seconds. Sam was not sure, but it looked as if the man was going to cry. The man was dressed in a ragged suit that at one time had probably been nice.
That time was long distant. The suit was torn and stained so badly that you couldn’t tell original color from dirt. The man looked to be about Sam’s age, although he could have been much older. His dirty face showed the effects of alcohol, lots of alcohol.
Sam broke the silence,
“Who are you? And What are you doing here?”
The man looked at Sam a moment, then took a deep breath.
“I bring news to you, Mr. Bolton.”
Sam waited, saying nothing.
The man looked at Sam a moment then continued,
“Your man, Shiloh, was shot last night in the saloon.”
“What?” Sam asked.
The man leaned back in the saddle as if he were about to be hit.
“The Marshal shot him, then took him to jail.”
“Why are you just now coming to tell us this?” Billy asked.
“Why I ain’t been on a horse in years. Wasn’t sure I could find the ranch. And had to sober a bit to get here.”
“Shiloh alive?” Sam asked.
“Last I heard. It was the doctor that sent me out here. Rudy the bartender and me the only witnesses. That Marshal shot him for no good reason. I was play acting like I was passed out, but I heard and saw.”
Sam looked at the man, then at Billy.
“Feed him. Looks as if he ain’t ate in a while.”
Sam walked toward the house thinking of Shiloh. He was not the kind of guy to buck the authorities. Not since getting out of prison. If the marshal had given Shiloh an order, he would have tried to comply whether he agreed or not. So, for Kelvin to shoot Shiloh made no sense. But it would.
Sam entered the house and saw Caroline standing at the one window looking into the yard. He knew she had watched him walk to the house.
“Shiloh. That man says he was shot by Kelvin last night.”
Caroline gasped a little, then said, “Is he…”
“Alive. Last that man knew. He’s over in the jail now.”
Caroline watched silently while Sam gathered his gun belt and put it on, then his rifle from where it was leaning against the wall. He grabbed his hat and put it on.
“Sam, bring our man home, please.”
He looked at her, nodded, stepped close and kissed her.
“I plan on it.”
He walked outside. One of the hands brought him his horse, saddled and ready to go.