Shorty Thompson: U.S. Marshal: Tales of the Old West Series by Paul L. Thompson

U.S. Marshal Shorty Thompson had to take a prisoner all the way from Albuquerque, New Mexico to Abilene, Texas. Big Curtis Moffett was a killer among killers. He killed just for the hell of it. When Sheriff Gus Daskalas of Albuquerque caught up with him in the Liberty Bar and Cafe, he knew this man was wanted in Texas for killing a whole family.He got in touch with Marshal Thompson to escort him to Abilene... moreU.S. Marshal Shorty Thompson had to take a prisoner all the way from Albuquerque, New Mexico to Abilene, Texas. Big Curtis Moffett was a killer among killers. He killed just for the hell of it. When Sheriff Gus Daskalas of Albuquerque caught up with him in the Liberty Bar and Cafe, he knew this man was wanted in Texas for killing a whole family.He got in touch with Marshal Thompson to escort him to Abilene. When that was done and Shorty was ready to head home, he was told no train could run for at least a week or maybe two.“Sorry, Marshal, a flash flood wiped out two bridges. It’ll take time rebuilding them. Men are on it now.”“Then me an’ Dunnie will just head on out. We know where home is. I ain’t gonna sit on my butt that long.” less

U.S. Marshal, M D (Shorty) Thompson received a letter at his Fort Tularosa ranch, in western New Mexico.‘Dear Shorty, it saddens me to let you know Matt was killed and robbed of eleven thousand dollars and was buried today. April 19, 1881. Almost half of the stolen money was to pay off our ranch, which the bank will foreclose on the first day of September. I know who killed my husband but the law cannot find him. It has been told he has family in Montana... moreU.S. Marshal, M D (Shorty) Thompson received a letter at his Fort Tularosa ranch, in western New Mexico.‘Dear Shorty, it saddens me to let you know Matt was killed and robbed of eleven thousand dollars and was buried today. April 19, 1881. Almost half of the stolen money was to pay off our ranch, which the bank will foreclose on the first day of September. I know who killed my husband but the law cannot find him. It has been told he has family in Montana. I need your help if at all possible, or the children and I shall lose the ranch.’Sincerely, Nadine RogersMatt was one of Shorty’s best friends. They had worked on ranches together back in their teen years and were as close as any brothers. Shorty told his partner, Buffalo, he may be gone for months but would write when he could. That night, he cleaned and oiled his guns. As the sun came up the next morning, he was miles closer to Big Spring, Texas. less

U.S. Marshal Shorty Thompson strikes again!The discovery of gold in the Black Hills of South Dakota was fifteen years past. With the help of the U.S. Government, Indian tribes had been pushed off their land by greedy white men. Some of the young Indian braves weren’t going to take that lying down. The white man would pay with their lives.Towns quickly grew, and Rapid City was the center of corruption. Three outlaw gangs preyed on miners and citizens of every town along the foothills.Two U.S... moreU.S. Marshal Shorty Thompson strikes again!The discovery of gold in the Black Hills of South Dakota was fifteen years past. With the help of the U.S. Government, Indian tribes had been pushed off their land by greedy white men. Some of the young Indian braves weren’t going to take that lying down. The white man would pay with their lives.Towns quickly grew, and Rapid City was the center of corruption. Three outlaw gangs preyed on miners and citizens of every town along the foothills.Two U.S. marshals were sent in to stop the crime wave. Was it an imposable job? U.S. Marshals Shorty Thompson and Buck Evans were about to find out. less

U.S. Marshal Shorty Thompson is back with a brand new adventure!Edward Savage, Ed he was called was on his way back home after paying off his mortgage on his ranch. He had taken a small bag of gold into that bank and placed it on the banker’s desk. “That’s to pay off that mortgage, and I’ll pay the rest in cash.”“Ed, the first payment isn’t due for two more days. Where in the world did you get that much gold? Off your place I’d guess. This will be a good deal of cash... moreU.S. Marshal Shorty Thompson is back with a brand new adventure!Edward Savage, Ed he was called was on his way back home after paying off his mortgage on his ranch. He had taken a small bag of gold into that bank and placed it on the banker’s desk. “That’s to pay off that mortgage, and I’ll pay the rest in cash.”“Ed, the first payment isn’t due for two more days. Where in the world did you get that much gold? Off your place I’d guess. This will be a good deal of cash. Why don’t you just deposit it?”“Because banks get robbed, I don’t. It’s to pay the loan.”The banker weighed the gold and counted out that money and asked, “Will there be anything else?”“Yes, the deed to my ranch and a copy of that mortgage saying paid in full.”“My goodness, I almost forgot that. Where did you say all this gold…?”“I didn’t say, but southeast on Elk Mountain is where I’ve been, it was nowhere close around here.”“Yes, yes, I see. I’d never heard of gold around here.”A half hour later Ed had those horses running all out, firing his pistol over his shoulder at three masked men. A wild shot knocked him sideways, almost out of that buggy. As he whipped into the yard, his wife and one daughter had heard gunfire and was pumping bullets. One would be robber slumped to the side, slowed and turned his horse. The other two followed, flogging their horses back toward town. less

For over five years, eleven-year-old Rowdy Miller had been watching a herd of wild horses come down to the creek and drink late every evening, just before sundown. He would sit quietly, not making a sound. They knew he was there and drank their fill, then walked over the hill out of sight or on down the creek.This evening in early spring was different. A young colt seemed to be alone with no mother. It would try nursing any mare that stood still, but got kicked away.“Poor thing... moreFor over five years, eleven-year-old Rowdy Miller had been watching a herd of wild horses come down to the creek and drink late every evening, just before sundown. He would sit quietly, not making a sound. They knew he was there and drank their fill, then walked over the hill out of sight or on down the creek.This evening in early spring was different. A young colt seemed to be alone with no mother. It would try nursing any mare that stood still, but got kicked away.“Poor thing. Must be starving.”Rowdy slowly walked toward it, as it was alone well away from the other horses. He walked right up and petted and hugged that colt and spoke lowly. The colt seemed to enjoy it. After a short while, Rowdy looked at the lowering sun. He had to get home.He turned and ran, the colt running after him. When he got to the barn, his dad Tim was milking one of the cows. “Dad, can I have a quart of that milk for this colt that followed me home? He sure seems hungry.”“You can have this bucket in just a minute, it’s a quarter full. I’ll use the other one to milk Tilly.” less