Night Feeders

By Marlena Frank

There's a bad sheriff in town.

 

It's a dangerous existence living out in the Old West, but it's even worse for supernatural entities. When a brothel of concerned vampires reaches out to the Agency for the Betterment of Supernatural Creatures for help, werewolf detective Colton Fen steps in to solve a disappearance.

 

Sheriff Ritters keeps a ghastly group of monsters underground to keep the impoverished people of Clarkville in line. Anyone foolish enough to cross his path is thrown to the creatures. Even werewolf detective Colton Fen might be out-matched by this vicious murderer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marlena Frank
• Release date: Feb 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781386284239

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Night Feeders

NIGHT FEEDERS

MARLENA FRANK

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Night Feeders

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Copyright © 2012 Marlena Frank

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Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places, and Events are products of the author’s imagination, and are used factitiously. These are not to be construed or associated otherwise. Any resemblance to actual locations, incidents, organizations, or people (living or deceased) is entirely coincidental.

NIGHT FEEDERS

The sun was high as the two cloaked figures moved into place. Except for the occasional tumbleweed, the streets were bare, the dirt long ago stamped into the earth from the horses that passed through the town of Clarkville daily. A curious crowd of onlookers peeked past their doors and windows at the struggle that was about to take place.

Richard Motley was a quiet man, a passer-through from out of town; one of the many nameless faces that don’t ask for trouble and yet find themselves in trouble’s path. Motley had been a victim of back luck before, but this time would be his last. He was a poor man, dressed in dusty rags and a hat still garnished with the bullet holes of its previous owner. His guns, kept in leather holsters around his waist, were the only things of value the man owned.

I didn’t steal nothing, Sheriff. I don’t know who said it, but it’s a lie! His eyes were wet with tears as he readied his pistols from his harness.

Sheriff Ritters—if he could be called that, since he had claimed the title of the ramshackle town after putting two clean bullet holes through his predecessor’s forehead—had taken it upon himself to have a brand new sheriff’s office built and had decided the jail was a waste. Ritters sought to handle legal matters his own way: criminals were tried in the open street, and the speed of his pistols served as both judge and executioner.

Ritters cocked his hat to one side. Now you let me be the judge o’ that!

Above them, the giant town clock ticked the seconds by with