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Showing posts with label James J. Griffin. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

New Release — Tough Month for a Ranger: A Texas Ranger James C. Blawcyzk Novel by James J. Griffin

It takes one tough man to make it as a Texas Ranger, and Jim Blawcyzk certainly qualifies. But surviving this particular month has been full of trials he never expected—and quitting never entered his mind.

After single-handedly arresting a ring of murderous cattle rustlers he caught red-handed, his next case is something that affects him for weeks. When a mentally-challenged young man is shot down right alongside him after Jim has guaranteed his safety, it sends the hardened Ranger into a downward spiral of self-doubt. Only a few days later, he barely escapes death again in a violent West Texas dust storm while transporting three felons.

Things finally come to a head in an all-out race riot when a Tejano deputy sheriff is gunned down, allegedly by a young black man. It’s up to Jim to find out what really happened, and what secrets the murdered deputy’s partner—who happens to be white—is keeping.

Can Ranger Jim Blawcyzk get to the bottom of what really took place that night, before an entire county explodes in violence? He will—or die trying—because no matter how dangerous a situation might be, it's no match for a Texas Ranger determined to uncover the truth. no matter the cost.


EXCERPT

     “All right, boys, you can stop right where you are,” Jim ordered. “Texas Ranger. Keep your hands where I can see ’em. Y’all are under arrest for cattle rustlin’.”
     One of the men eased his hand toward the pistol on his hip. Without even seeming to move, Jim shifted his rifle, so it was pointed directly at the man’s chest.
     “Uh-uh. I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Jim said. “Unless you think you can keep on breathin’ with a big ol’ hole blown clean through your lungs.”
     Reluctantly, the man lifted his hand away from the weapon.
     “That’s better,” Jim said. “You two on the ground. Get in front of the others where I can see you.”
     The men did as ordered.
     “You can’t keep all of us covered, Ranger,” the man who’d started for his pistol said, with a scowl. “You just bit off a helluva lot more than you can chew.”
     “Maybe so,” Jim said, with a shrug. “But that’s not your worry, because if any of you or your partners try somethin’ stupid, you’ll be the first to take a bullet. I can guarantee I’ll take at least two or three of you with me before I go down. Any of you want to take that chance, that you’ll still be standin’ upright after I hit the ground?”

     

Thursday, September 14, 2017

New Release -- TEXAS JEOPARDY by James J. Griffin

Texas Ranger Jim Blawcyzk lands in hot water when he kills a drug dealer in a shoot-out between the Rangers and a gang of modern day outlaws deep in the heart of Texas. But that’s only the tip of the iceberg as he uncovers the criminal connection between these same drug dealers and a slew of murders taking place across several Texas counties. 

When the hit men come after him and his family, they get more than they ever bargained for—the fight is on, and Jim Blawcyzk is one Ranger who is determined to get his man, or die trying. 

As a deadly shooter chases his wife, mother, and baby son through city streets, Jim takes the battle to him in the most personal way he can. A Texas Ranger to the bone, Jim Blawcyzk vows to protect and defend his family, friends, and beloved home at any cost, in this deadly TEXAS JEOPARDY…

EXCERPT

     Jim leapt from his truck, shotgun in hand.
     “Texas Rangers!” he shouted. “Nobody move. Down on the floor, now!”
     He fired one round from his Remington into a shelf of empty glass bottles for emphasis. One man toward the back started for his pistol, but a bullet between his feet from Jerry’s pistol quickly discouraged him. He dropped to his belly, and put his hands behind his head.
     “Next one who tries somethin’ like that will wind up dead,” Jim warned. “Get down on your bellies, hands behind your necks, and stay there. Don’t even wiggle.”