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Wednesday, May 8, 2019

New Release — Due Justice (James P. Stone Series Book 4) by J. L. Guin

A bank robbery results in a teller’s death in a small town near the Nebraska Territory, and Deputy U.S. Marshals James P. Stone and Jackson Millet are dispatched by Judge Castle to go after the robbers, career criminals Leonard Crepes and T.C. Wilde.

Stone and Millet find themselves in a deadly race against time as Wilde becomes even more daring, killing one man and wounding another a few days later, but the territory they must cover is vast, and Crepes and Wilde could be anywhere.

When Crepes and Wilde split up, Millet and Stone must decide which one of them to follow. But during their search, an unexpected turn of events puts Stone’s old nemesis, Laird, squarely back in their sights once more.

In a desperate, deadly showdown, will Stone be able to finally capture Laird and make him pay for the murder of his old friend and mentor, Eldon Greyson? After five long years, will Stone see that Laird gets DUE JUSTICE?

EXCERPT

     The woman continued to wail without letting up. Everyone in the bank was staring at the commotion. Chambers raised his six-gun and fired one shot to the woman’s chest. The woman’s screaming stopped as she fell back against a wall painted with her blood when the bullet exited her thin upper body. She lay in a crumpled heap as her blood pooled beside her body and gun smoke boiled around in the air above her.
      “There was no need to do that, Randall!” Lars Gilbert called out. “You could have just knocked her out!”
     Chambers paid the man no heed. In the cloud of gun smoke, he busied himself dumping the second teller’s drawer into the sack.
     The bank manager tried to push past T.C. and go to the woman’s aid.
     “Milly!” he cried out. T.C. shoved the portly man back to stop him but the man paid no heed, with his intent on reaching the fallen woman. A loud gunshot from T.C.’s six-gun stopped the man’s frantic movements forward. The manager teetered for a moment, then fell forward to the floor with a large hole in his protruding stomach.
     “We got company coming,” Crepes yelled out. “Let’s get outta here!