U.S. Marshals: Inside America's Most Storied Law Enforcement Agency
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Blending history and memoir, retired U.S. Marshal Mike Earp—a descendant of the legendary lawman Wyatt Earp—offers an exclusive and fascinating behind-the-scenes look at the most storied law enforcement agency in America, illuminating its vital role in the nation’s development for more than two hundred years.
Mike Earp spent his career with the U.S. Marshals Service, reaching the number three position in the organization’s hierarchy before he retired. In this fascinating, eye-opening book, written with the service’s full cooperation, he shares his experiences and takes us on a fascinating tour of this extraordinary organization—the oldest, the most effective, and the most dangerous branch of American law enforcement, and the least known.
Unlike their counterparts in the police and the FBI, U.S. Marshals aren’t responsible for investigating or prosecuting crimes. They pursue and arrest the most dangerous criminal offenders on U.S. soil, an extraordinarily hazardous job often involving gun battles and physical altercations. Earp takes us back to the service’s early days, explaining its creation and its role in the border wars that helped make continental expansion possible. He brings to life the gunslingers and gunfights that have made the Marshals legend, and explores the service’s role today integrating federal, state, and local law enforcement agencies in the hunt for the most notorious criminals—terrorists, drug lords, gun runners.
Setting his own experiences within the long history of the U.S. Marshals service, Earp offers a moving and illuminating tribute to the brave marshals who have dedicated their lives to keeping the nation safe.
present, allowing them to become spectators to history. Vic Oboyski remembers escorting several members of the Bonanno crime family to the courtroom after it had been revealed that family associate Donnie Brasco was actually an undercover FBI agent named Joe Pistone. “These guys absolutely refused to accept the fact that Donnie Brasco was an FBI agent. ‘It’s all bullshit,’ one of them told me. ‘That f—ing guy, he was with us. It was after we all got arrested that they made him an agent so they
proved again, in the thirty-two years since taking over some of the minor fugitive-hunting work from the FBI, the Marshals Service had established itself as the best manhunting force in the world. 3 ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE TRACKS: FINDING FUGITIVES Voucher 1, $375.00, is for the subsistence of my deputies, and posse, and hire of horses with forage for the same. This expense was incurred in the arrest of William Bonny [sic], known as “Billy the Kid,” charged with murder and passing
in close concert with the surrounding districts and when necessary helped each other out. But it was essentially a local operation with very limited support. Our communications equipment consisted of typewriters and an antiquated teletype machine, and we always carried a roll of dimes with us when we hit the street, in case we had to make a phone call. Two years after being hired as a part-time deputy, I passed the official entrance exam to join the Marshals Service as a full-time employee and
scene. But George was still inside that room, and no matter what she said, I would’ve bet he was armed. He wouldn’t come out. I suspected he had climbed up into the motel ceiling and was trying to crawl across on the supports and drop down into an adjoining room; I’ve had several fugitives try to escape that way. But when we finally burst into the room, we found him hiding in the bathroom. He saw four or five long guns pointed at him and decided pretty quick he didn’t want any part of that. We
we’ve got a weapon in our hand. Absolutely, every time.” Robert Leschorn, reaching back in his memory more than a decade, explains, For a long time we tried not to pull our guns unless it was a life-and-death situation. But when it’s just you and your partner and you’re at the front door and he’s at the back door, and you’ve got a little radio that sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t, and you’re after a federal parolee who already knows he’s going back to jail, and his mom is telling me he’s