His Christian name is John Perry McDaniel III, but his family and friends fondly refer to him as "Johnny Mac" or simply "Sheriff." He is a straight-forward, honest man of reason, passion, compassion, and unwavering faith in God. When I began writing this book several years ago, I did so because I considered the events which made the McDaniel Administration a long-standing success to be of historical significance to Jackson County, Florida. I came to realize that tucked away in Johnny Mac's recollections, reminiscences, and remembrances are not only the unique and intriguing stories of his life, but a living anecdotal history of Jackson County during some turbulent times. John P. McDaniel III was elected to the office of sheriff in 1980. Mere weeks before he took office, his father was senselessly murdered by serial killers. He retired 28 years later, on November 4, 2008, on the heels of his wife's brutal murder. His tenure as sheriff began and ended in tragedy, but his faith in God remained uncompromised. The High Sheriff gives you an up close and personal account of the life of John Perry McDaniel III. I hope through the pages contained in this book, you will come to know and appreciate Johnny Mac as I do. He is an unforgettable character - a child, son, father, husband, friend, survivor, and the man behind the badge. He is a throwback to the days when a handshake was all that was needed to finalize a deal - a self-made, God-fearing man of courage. I am proud to call him my friend.

James Edwin McTeer 1903-1979 Born in Hardeeville, South Carolina, Ed McTeer was appointed sheriff of Beaufort County, South Carolina on February 11, 1926 when his father died, leaving an unexpired term in office. The next year he married Jane Lucille Lupo, a young school teacher from Dillon County, South Carolina. They had five children, Jane, Georgianna, Sally, Ed, Jr., and Thomas. Ed McTeer went on to serve an unprecedented thirty-seven years as "High Sheriff of the Low Country."

During Prohibition, Greene County was the moonshine capital of Georgia. A corrupt sheriff and hundreds of illegal stills made this little area east of Atlanta the source of liquor for hotels in the city and people across the South. Then, in 1925, a twenty-one-year-old named L.L. Wyatt was recruited to break up this thriving industry. Wyatt's battles with the bootleggers would soon turn him into a figure larger than life. As his fearlessness, agility, honesty, and fairness in enforcing the law were demonstrated again and again, the stories spread throughout the county, sweeping everyone up into the legend of L.L. Wyatt. Bolstered by a sense that God was protecting him, Wyatt was fearless in his mission. In only five years, he transformed Greene County into one of the most crime-free places in Georgia. He was shot at, spit upon, bitten, and cursed for it, but for five decades, Wyatt was engaged in an ongoing war between the law and those who would oppose it, maintaining law, order, and the respect of all, even criminals. No crime went unsolved during his 36 years as sheriff of Greene County, a feat even Hollywood took note of. More than just a legend from the past, Wyatt's story shows that one person can change their community for good. His ideals challenge law enforcement and society alike to uphold a firm respect for the law while also enforcing it in a manner that preserves dignity. Every single citizen mattered to Sheriff L.L. Wyatt. Before there was such a thing, Wyatt was a true community police officer and sheriff.

Sir Robert D'Arcy, High Sheriff of Brackenshire, harbours a painful memory of what he considers his shameful surrender to the Germans in 1916. Gradually he realises nothing is known of the incident and his confidence returns, and he gains in honour and responsibility in the county. Then, out of the blue, a man appears who threatens to reveal the incident - or to keep it hidden, at a price. D'Arcy resists this new enemy, but is handicapped by his own view of his position, his past deed, his family pride. A tragedy occurs, and the Brackenshire police investigate, but are themselves hampered by reluctance to muddy distinguished waters. How is the ageing Chief Constable to face the problem?

"Immigrant cooper named constable and then sheriff investigates a girl murdered in her bed and tracks her husband who escaped in Grandma's buggy. Capturing him in the high mountains in Bonanza Flat, the founding sheriff decides not to kill the son of a bitch and sets in motion a long and broken path to a tradition of justice where none existed before in Summit County, Utah Territory. Capture comes swift. Conviction takes longer. Execution drags on for years. Life in a growing frontier town that starts with six people and no buildings either demands frontier justice or unfolds its apparent willingness to assist the murderer's effort to avoid his fate. Indian troubles, vigilantes' murderous justice, and a railroad hell-on-wheels town threaten the founding sheriff's promise to the murdered girl's mother"--

What if the Sheriff of Nottingham was actually the hero? Everyone knew that the High Sheriff of Huntingdon was a madman, the son of a witch and the devil himself. His proxy wedding to a young nun is simply another appalling deed, not to be wondered at, until the bride herself arrives, a flaxen-haired girl with a resolve to equal the Sheriff’s own. True love never runs smoothly, particularly when there’s a witch, a vicious killer, and the Sheriff’s own behavior to deal with. But Sister Elspeth is strong enough to deal with all of it, and win her husband’s love in the end. There are times when even a madman can be tamed. Warning: this novella contains violence and strong sexual content. Not for the faint of heart.