Big Iron

Big Iron

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Harland Pike is just a normal lawman, used to quiet nights and routine calls. But the Palo Duro case-an eight-year-old mystery of vanished victims and erased evidence-never stays buried. Whispers across dusty saloons and rattling jail cells speak of a shadowy outlaw called "Big Iron," a name once dismissed as frontier legend. Previous sheriffs chalked up missing victims to wanderlust or bad luck, but the pattern is too precise-each disappearance follows in Big Iron's cold, calculated wake. There's no shattered vaults or missing cash, only empty homes and terrified families. His victims vanish in the dead of night, swallowed by shadows before anyone can raise an alarm. No ransom notes surface, no bodies turn up; just the cold certainty that whoever saw him once is never seen again. Sheriff Pike has sifted through every rumor and rumor's rumor, and he's convinced that Big Iron's kidnapping spree stretches back decades. Pike still follows the faintest trail-clues scrawled on half-burned diaries, a battered horseshoe imprint in dry clay, and that lone locket. He's the only one left hunting a phantom, and he won't rest until he uncovers where Big Iron hides his prisoners... and why. WARNING!!!: contains swearing & mentions of death, suicide, kidnapping, murder, abuse, etc.
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"What is your name?" I asked, staring into her doe-like eyes. Almost immediately her face twisted in horror. Her eyes switched back and forth frantically like an exit would suddenly appear out of thin air. The sides of her lips turned downward like it was taking everything in her not to burst into a sob. Sure, she was scared--that much was expected-- but I could see the anger. I could see she was furious with me. Interesting. I thought to myself. As much as I wanted to explore how far I could push her until she retaliated; time was of the essence right now. I was staring at an unrecognizable girl. A mistake like this will get a lot of people killed. "I asked you a fucking question, didn't I? I don't like repeating myself." I growled as I grabbed her small face in my hand, making her eye shut in pain. "Harley. Harley Anderson," she spat softly like an angered kitten. Harley. I let her name roll over my tongue for a while. Every second that passed made my vision go black with anger. I looked away from her face before releasing the hold I had on her. I felt my jaw clench in anger and my fist flex in readiness as I stared off in the distance, trying to control my anger from making me lash out. However, I couldn't control myself. She is the wrong girl. We have the wrong girl. ------------ Harley Anderson was an average girl with an almost too simple life before being taken by the biggest cartel in New Mexico right in front of her best friend, Avery. Xander Sanchez, the leader of the Riot cartel has nothing else on his agenda besides making his ex-business partner pay for his wrongdoings. What happens when Avery is the center of the operation, but it all goes wrong, and now Harley finds herself in a situation she never dreamed of? What happens when Harley is taken and forced to work under the boss? Will Harley be able to survive working under this ruthless man? What happens when the boss finds himself falling for the girl he least expected to capture his heart?

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