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Shotgun River Run
My wacky friends, Helen and Rita, are at it again. Going against my director’s orders at the DEA to lie low, I let them talk me into another crazy adventure. I never imagined I’d spend Independence Day putting my life in danger by rafting the Colorado River. After all, I’m supposed to be hiding in Shotgun, Colorado from a drug lord who wants me dead. Not dodging lightning bolts. Then there is the matter of yet another dead body. What a way to celebrate. Does this town ever rest? And this time, we have to convince the sheriff that his mom, the town meddler, had nothing to do with the murder. Maybe I’ll turn up the charm and sweet talk the handsome town doctor into giving me the detail...
Shotgun Showdown
I’m supposed to be in hiding. The leader of a drug cartel has goons searching for me—and the price on my head is growing. My boss at the DEA wants me to sit still in Shotgun, Colorado, a quirky, podunk mountain town, so I don’t end up dead. Here I am, trying to lay low and mind my own business. Problem is, my new friends keep getting me involved in things like selling toilet artwork and overly potent peach moonshine. They threw me into a fishing tournament—my skills majorly lacking—and I hooked more than I intended. A lot more. Another dead body, and this time I witnessed his demise. I don’t know why these things keep happening when I’m around. Just lucky, I guess. The sexy sheriff isn’t happy with me. If I keep ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time, I might be the one who ends up in jail. Guess I’d better find the killer before anyone else ends up dead. Including me.
Shotgun, Lies & Alibis
I have a secret. Actually, I have a lot more than one, but I figured I’d go easy on you since we just met. My real name isn't Ally Justice. That's the name someone back at headquarters made up--I was sure--to have a good laugh at my expense. I'm not from this small town in Colorado. I'm stuck here until the drug cartel in D.C. takes the price tag off my head. And it's a big number. If I could spend it after I was dead, I'd think about taking the gig myself. Turns out I'm not really excited about the thought of being dead just yet. So here I am, in this unique--they call it quirky--town of Shotgun, Colorado. Totally out of my element. I don't do nature, or animals, or snow. Yet here I am...
Shotgun, Shovels & Troubles
Here I am, still stuck in Shotgun, Colorado dealing with mountain folk who live by different rules and take pleasure poking around in everyone’s private business. My boss at the DEA won’t let me return to D.C.. The leader of the drug cartel is still hunting me. Fine, I don’t want to die. Trouble is, I think I’m going soft. Someone shot at me. Instead of shooting back, I escaped inside an abandoned coal mine. What a place to hide, dark cave, neck deep in pickaxes and shovels. You’d think I would know better. I’m not interested in bunking with bears or other wild creatures. Worse yet, the handsome town doctor is making me miss D.C. less and less, with his chiseled chest and charmin...
Journal of the West
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