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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Los Diablos Tejanos: the Texas Rangers — #Giveaway


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As a Texan, I’ve always been fond of the Texas Rangers, an elite law-enforcement agency that functions as the state’s own FBI. Like their predecessors who patrolled Texas’s wide-open spaces during the 19th Century, the 150 men and women who compose the force today are a tough, savvy bunch no one wants to find on their trail. Texans revere the organization not only for the outfit’s history, but also because today’s Rangers serve as an outstanding example of upstanding devotion to an ideal.

Texas Rangers, c. 1890
Unofficially formed in 1823 and made official in 1835 by an act of the newly formed Republic of Texas government, the Rangers are the oldest statewide law-enforcement body in the U.S. At first the tough, hard-bitten men were a paramilitary force tasked with protecting the frontier from Indians and desperados. Mexicans called them los diablos Tejanos — Texas devils. They were poorly paid and expected to furnish their own horses, weapons, and ammunition, but their never-say-die attitude quickly became legendary. Admittedly, sometimes they abandoned the letter of the law in pursuit of their objectives, but they always got the job done.

Fearful of the organization’s reputation, the federal government disbanded the Rangers in 1865, during the post-Civil War Reconstruction Era. Texas re-commissioned the outfit in 1874, after the state emerged from martial law under Union occupation forces. Shortly before the turn of the 20th Century, the Rangers acquired the motto that still follows them today: “One riot; one Ranger.”

Except for one brief-but-notorious period of corruption in the 1920s, the organization has performed its function with stellar character. The Rangers always get their man.

The Ghost of
Peacemaker Awards Past
Little did I realize they sometimes capture awards, as well. On June 1, when the western authors professional organization Western Fictioneers announced the winners of the annual Peacemaker Awards, no one was more surprised (or pleased, I must say) than I to discover “The Second-Best Ranger in Texas” had received one of the honors, for Best Short Fiction. Last year’s Best Short Fiction Peacemaker went to Livia J. Washburn’s “Charlie’s Pie,” so I feel my story is in good company.

I also feel Prairie Rose Publications, which published both western historical romances, is acquitting itself admirably on the western fiction front. Another PRP release, Prodigal Gun, was named a finalist for the Best First Novel award. Prodigal Gun is the first novel-length western historical romance ever nominated for a Peacemaker.

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Over the past eighteen months, a number of books and short stories published by Prairie Rose Publications have been nominated for or received awards of all kinds. If that’s any indication, PRP is off to a great start. Founded in August 2013 by Livia Washburn Reasoner and Cheryl Pierson, the company is and always will be dedicated to publishing traditional westerns and western romance written by women. Nevertheless, in less than two years PRP has expanded to include young adult, inspirational, paranormal, and medieval lines. The “little publishing company” releases some darn fine fiction. I’m proud it publishes mine.

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The hero in “The Second-Best Ranger in Texas” is a Texas Ranger booted from the force when his partner’s death turns him into a loose cannon bent on revenge...as soon as he does his brother-in-arms one last favor. When he discovers the woman his partner asked him to protect is a nun, all hell breaks loose.

Excerpt

If Dulce had ever been in San Miguel, like as not she disappeared with everyone else when the hole in the border burned to the ground. Somehow, the saloon escaped the flames, thank God. A man got mighty thirsty crossing half of Texas.

Quinn tied Bull’s-Eye to the scorched rail beside a chestnut and buckskin carrying Mexican saddles and no brands. The long-gun scabbards on both horses sat empty. Chewing his lip, he slid the Winchester from Bull’s-Eye’s boot, pulled the brim of his hat lower, and sauntered inside.

Two trail-worn hardcases held up the bar at the back of the dingy room. They glanced over their shoulders, and then returned to their beers. The tight-lipped cuss guarding the liquor claimed to know nothing.

Quinn grabbed a bottle and retreated to a table in the front corner. He was three-quarters of the way to the bottom of the bad whiskey when hope arrived on painted wings.

A small flock of bright birds fluttered in through a door behind the bar. They paused to chirp and preen for the disinterested hombres with the saddle guns and beers, and then headed for Quinn.

He grinned.

Without so much as a howdy, one of them plopped herself into his lap, jiggling everything she owned. The half-light did her a favor. “You look like a man who could use some company.”

“Maybe.” He tossed a healthy shot of rotgut down his throat and slammed the glass onto the tabletop. “Looking for a girl goes by Dulce.”

A dove squeezed between Quinn and the wall and snaked bare arms across his shoulders. Long nails toyed with the buttons on his vest while a honeyed whisper dropped into his ear. “All of us can be sweet, guapo, if that is what you want.”

The whore in his lap ran a fingertip along his unshaven jaw. “We can also be very, very naughty.”

That’s when the nun walked in.

Sharp nails raked Quinn’s cheek when he dumped the dove on her ass and sat forward, blinking.

Yep. A nun, wearing a habit so white it almost glowed, except for the black apron and the dust on the hem.

He glanced at the near-empty bottle, then trained his gaze on the apparition’s ramrod-straight back as she marched across the room. The sister confronted the Tejano barkeep as though she did so every day.

When she spoke, Quinn could’ve sworn he heard Spanish mission bells. “Señor, I beg your assistance.”

Captain Jeffries was right. He needed to swear off the firewater.


To celebrate the Best Short Fiction Peacemaker, I’ll gift an e-book of “The Second-Best Ranger in Texas” to two folks who answer this question in the comments:

What makes a Texas Ranger hero sexy?


I’ll pick one commenter at random from Thursday’s comments, and another from Friday’s.



21 comments:

  1. So enjoyed the winning story, and the legend of the Rangers has veen a source of great research and reading. Thank you for combining both in this post and a HUGE CONGRATULATIONS on the award. Well deserved. Gives the rest of us something to aspire to, along with the winners from the year before. Doris McCraw/Angela Raines.

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    1. Thank you, Doris. You always make me smile. I'm glad you enjoyed the Rangers history. They're almost a religion 'round these here parts. ;-)

      Keep writing. My hope is that one of these days, every Rose will win an award -- because every single one deserves it. :-)

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  2. You certainly deserve the Western Peacemaker Award, Kathleen. I have to giggle just a bit whenever I see the title of this story, The Second Best Ranger In Texas. I also loved Prodigal Gun. These stories are so you--quirky and wonderful in the same breath.
    It's a joy to know you for so many reasons.

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    1. Aw, Sarah, you're making me blush. I'm so blessed to have such dear friends (even if some of them have awfully sneaky senses of humor four Southern belles ;-) ).

      Thank you for your kind words about my stories. That means the world to me. :-)

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  3. Kathleen, I want to tell you again how much I absolutely loved The Second Best Ranger in Texas. It's one of those stories that I will read several times, and keep going back to. It's right "up there" with offerings by Dorothy M. Johnson, IMO. That win was very deserved, and I want to offer my congratulations on both your win and your finalist placement for the Best First Western Novel, as well. You really made your mark this year!
    Cheryl

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    1. OMG. Now my ego is REALLY going to be out of control. :-D

      I really appreciate your comments, Okie. Of course, you need to bear in mind that YOU edited those stories. Every story benefits from a good editor, and you're one of the best.

      In fact, you and Livia both have my undying gratitude for so many things. I'm privileged to know and work with you both. :-)

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  4. A big congrats to you Tex!! A Texas Ranger is sexy because they're honorable. :-)

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    1. Thanks, Kristy!

      Honorable. I need to write that one down. You're the first to mention that trait, but it's a goodie!

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  5. Lifting a glass of bubbly in your honor. Well done, Kathleen, well done. :-)

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    1. Thank you, Earworm Empress, but you could at least share the bubbly. ;-)

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  6. Makes me want to read both books again, which I will. Well deserved award! Gotta admit it was kinda sexy when Quinn dumps the dove, but he's sexy because he does what's right.

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    1. Diana, thank you for your kind words. I'm glad somebody thinks Quinn does what's right. I was a little worried about the boy there for a while. :-D

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  7. Hey Kathleen, Congrats! A Texas Ranger is sexy because of the size of their guns. :-p

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    1. LOL! Seems a lot of us are fixated on those guns. :-D

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  8. 1) Congrats YT
    2) Don't count me in, I already have the book (as part of one of the anthologies you gifted me with when we met last year.
    3) Don't know what makes a Texas Ranger sexy but I do know you write good stories. :)

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    1. 1) Thank you!
      2) Well, shoot. If you win, I'll make sure you get something you haven't read.
      3) Petit hibou, you're making me blush. I always wanted to write about cowboys. I'm just tickled to death that now I can. :-)

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  9. Texas Rangers are sexy because they stand against wrongs. They will do the right thing even in the face of unsurmountable odds. Yeah, they are romantic, and if a woman wins their love its for a lifetime. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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    1. Nancy, I love that answer! You've obviously given this considerable thought. I admire (okay, lust after) Rangers for the same reasons. I usually write about heroes on the other side of the law, but somehow those dang Rangers keep sneaking in. :-D

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  10. Congratulations on the award Kathleen. You wrote such a nice piece about Prairie Rose and their publishing westerns and western romance, in my most recent RWA magazine, author Callie Hutton wrote "There will always be a place in our hearts for the cowboy, mail-order brides, and wagon trains." It is the one genre that has never lost its power to engage readers as some of the other lines have done. I believe the Texas Rangers were sexy is because they stood for the clear line of good and evil, honor still had meaning and who didn't want to be swept away by a tall dark stranger with a six-pack, no I mean six-gun riding a white horse..
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    1. LOL, Barn! You sneaked right on up on me with that Freudian slip. :-D

      I think Callie's correct in her assessment of western historical romances, and so are you. It really is amazing how a sub-genre that keeps getting declared dead always seems to return from the grave, isn't it? That's one of the best things about the digital publishing revolution, IMO: Those of us who write and read in genres New York has forsaken can find the kinds of stories that trip our triggers.

      Would that Ranger of yours have a six pack AND a big weapon? Que hombre! ;-)

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  11. This poor Texas Ranger never had a chance. Doomed from the start. Dulce was also a wonderful character--sure kept Quinn hopping. I love this story!

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