The Quiet Marshal (The Fast Gun Series Book 12)

A Vengeance Trail Across the West Ends with The Quiet Marshal

Wesley Travis was only fifteen when renegades murdered his parents before his eyes. After burying them with his own hands, he made a promise: one day, every man responsible would pay.

That vow sends Wesley across Texas, Kansas, Missouri, Colorado, and New Mexico, through years of hard living as a cowboy, trail hand, gold prospector, and gunfighter. Along the way, his deadly reputation grows, and names like the Shadow and the Travis Kid become part of Western legend.

At last, in a remote corner of southwest New Mexico, Wesley tries to leave his violent past behind. As town marshal, he keeps the peace without reaching for his gun. Folks begin calling him the Quiet Marshal. Some admire his restraint. Others whisper that he has become gun-shy—a coward unwilling to face another man in a gunfight.

But the past has not forgotten Wesley Travis.

When an old enemy rides into town, the Quiet Marshal must decide whether he can continue living without the gun—or draw one final time and finish the vengeance trail that began beside his parents' graves.

The Quiet Marshal, Book 12 in The Fast Gun Series, is a classic Western tale of revenge, redemption, gunfighters, and a legendary lawman confronting the past he thought he had buried.

Follow Wesley Travis to the end of the trail in The Quiet Marshal.

Excerpt from the book

Jared White was a farmer in the Gila River Valley of southwestern New Mexico. His wife, Fiona, and daughter, Cora, had come to town in their small farm wagon to buy some dress materials. They came out of the Sawyer General and Hardware Store and stood for a moment on the boardwalk, talking about the dress they were going to make. Tony Grant, a tough hand from the Bar Cross Ranch, came out of the Whitewater Saloon with two other Bar Cross cowboys. He stood for a moment, staring across the street at the two women. Cora was fifteen years old and filled out her gingham dress very nicely. The sunbonnet on her long blonde hair only added to her good looks.

The two cowboys, Mike and Sam, saw the look on his face, and Mike said, “Forget it, Tony. Folks don’t take kindly to men who stir up trouble for women.” Tony stared at him and sneered, “The boss said we should do whatever it takes to get those sodbusters out of here. I’m going to carry out his orders.” He walked across the street and stopped five feet away from mother and daughter. The two cowboys shrugged and followed him. Tony looked Cora up and down insolently and leered, “Now you’re a right pretty filly. Let’s you and me go for a ride and get acquainted.” Fiona said calmly, “My daughter does not ride around with strange men. Please go about your business and leave us alone.”

Tony Grant glared at her and said harshly, “Maybe you want to ride out with me then. You won’t regret it. I’m more of a man than your dirt-eating husband will ever be.” Suddenly, a voice said, “All right. Pack it in and ride out of town.” They turned around and saw the town Marshal, Wesley Travis, walking up to them. Tony Grant grinned and said, “I hear you hide behind that badge and won’t face a man in a fair fight, Marshal. That ain’t gonna work this time. That badge don’t mean a thing to me, and neither does that shotgun – unless you’re willing to kill me in cold blood.” Sam taunted him, “That shotgun won’t account for the three of us, Marshal. What you gonna do when it’s empty?”