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Jon Land is the acclaimed author of numerous bestsellers, including The Seven Sins, The Last Prophecy, Blood Diamonds, The Walls of Jericho, The Pillars of Solomon, A Walk in the Darkness, Keepers of the Gate, and The Blue Widows. He lives in Providence, Rhode Island.
"Family tradition, it seems." "Yes, ma’am. My granddad was the last of the real gunslingers. Took down a gang that had robbed four banks in the street outside number five." "By himself?" "He happened to be having a cup of coffee in the diner across the way. My dad could hit the bull’s-eye with his pistol from a hundred yards nine times out of ten. And my great- granddad and great, great- granddad took part in some of the most famous Ranger campaigns in history." "The Mexican War being one of them." "That’d be my great, great- granddad. He was there all right, fighting skirmishes on both sides of the Rio Grande. What makes you ask?" Navarro tapped her desk with her index fingers, flashing a look that suggested she was leaving something unsaid. "I looked you up on the Internet. Seems like you were in the pro cess of making your own legend with the Rangers." "Not really." "But you took down the man they called the most dangerous in all of Texas. McMasters or something.""Masters. Cort Wesley Masters." "You didn’t list that on your résumé." "It was just an arrest. I made dozens of those." "Only female Ranger ever, is that right?" "There’ve been a few others, but it never quite worked out, ma’am." "I imagine it could be a tough job for a woman." "Well, truth be told, it’s a tough job for anyone, but it’s a lot to ask of a woman, especially, to ride into some Texas town been doing things a certain way for a long while and tell the elected sheriff that you’re the resident Ranger on a case he thought he was in charge of." "Didn’t seem to bother you much with this Masters." "I had some luck, ma’am." Navarro let it go at that, passing Caitlin a faint smile that said she knew there was plenty more to the story. Caitlin was grateful, in no particular mood to rehash her near gunfight with the most feared man in the state. Today was about moving forward, not back. Navarro studied the pages again, less cursorily this time, no longer feigning interest. "You received a commendation for what happened at the border, saving your partner and all." "I didn’t save him for long." "Special Medal for Valor, it says here." "I didn’t deserve it." "Why?" "Because we got ambushed. Seems all wrong getting rewarded for being ambushed." "You left the Rangers on your own?" "I did, ma’am." "Not on disability, it says here." "I wasn’t disabled." "Six months after the gunfight in which you were wounded." "There was the hospital stay." "Two months," Navarro said, after consulting the pages before her, "to treat two primary bullet wounds." "Something like that." "Rehab cost you another two," Navarro read. "Then you rejoined the Rangers for two months, before leaving for good." "You want to know what happened." "I am curious as to the circumstances." "How much you wanna hear, ma’am?" "How much you want to tell me?" Excerpted from Strong Enough to Die by Jon Land.Copyright © 2009 by Jon LandPublished in May 2009 by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC. All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.
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"Family tradition, it seems." "Yes, ma’am. My granddad was the last of the real gunslingers. Took down a gang that had robbed four banks in the street outside number five." "By himself?" "He happened to be having a cup of coffee in the diner across the way. My dad could hit the bull’s-eye with his pistol from a hundred yards nine times out of ten. And my great- granddad and great, great- granddad took part in some of the most famous Ranger campaigns in history." "The Mexican War being one of them." "That’d be my great, great- granddad. He was there all right, fighting skirmishes on both sides of the Rio Grande. What makes you ask?" Navarro tapped her desk with her index fingers, flashing a look that suggested she was leaving something unsaid. "I looked you up on the Internet. Seems like you were in the pro cess of making your own legend with the Rangers." "Not really." "But you took down the man they called the most dangerous in all of Texas. McMasters or something.""Masters. Cort Wesley Masters.""You didn’t list that on your résumé.""It was just an arrest. I made dozens of those.""Only female Ranger ever, is that right?""There’ve been a few others, but it never quite worked out, ma’am.""I imagine it could be a tough job for a woman.""Well, truth be told, it’s a tough job for anyone, but it’s a lot to ask of a woman, especially, to ride into some Texas town been doing things a certain way for a long while and tell the elected sheriff that you’re the resident Ranger on a case he thought he was in charge of." "Didn’t seem to bother you much with this Masters." "I had some luck, ma’am." Navarro let it go at that, passing Caitlin a faint smile that said she knew there was plenty more to the story. Caitlin was grateful, in no particular mood to rehash her near gunfight with the most feared man in the state. Today was about moving forward, not back. Navarro studied the pages again, less cursorily this time, no longer feigning interest. "You received a commendation for what happened at the border, saving your partner and all." "I didn’t save him for long." "Special Medal for Valor, it says here." "I didn’t deserve it." "Why?" "Because we got ambushed. Seems all wrong getting rewarded for being ambushed.""You left the Rangers on your own?""I did, ma’am.""Not on disability, it says here.""I wasn’t disabled.""Six months after the gunfight in which you were wounded.""There was the hospital stay.""Two months," Navarro said, after consulting the pages before her, "to treat two primary bullet wounds.""Something like that.""Rehab cost you another two," Navarro read. "Then you rejoined the Rangers for two months, before leaving for good.""You want to know what happened.""I am curious as to the circumstances.""How much you wanna hear, ma’am?""How much you want to tell me?"Excerpted from Strong Enough to Die by Jon Land.Copyright © 2009 by Jon LandPublished in May 2009 by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC. All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.