Vicious Circle

Warning: this review contains substantial spoilers for Endangered.

Two years ago, rodeo star and all-around-terrible-human being Dallas Cates was imprisoned  for multiple accounts of wanton elk destruction, an almost anticlimactic end to his family’s war against the state of Wyoming that saw almost off of the family killed, save for Dallas himself and his mother.  Now Dallas is out of prison: meaner  than ever, but now a lot more criminally savvy thanks to his two years with hardened human predators – and he is out for revenge against the family of Joe Pickett, the man he blames for the loss of his own. Although there’s some game warden business happening in the background here, it’s deep in the background: instead, the Joe vs Dallas show is front and center. Though I was surprised by the ending,  the stakes and sheer hate-ability of Dallas made for yet another gripping  Box read. 

The story kicks off when Joe, riding in a search & rescue helo, spots through night-vision cameras the death of a man:   the figure is surrounded by three others, there’s a muzzle place, and suddenly the body goes cold.  The deceased is one Dave Farkus, who has bumbled through several of the Box books and nearly gotten himself killed through his Forrest Gump ability to be in the thick of things.(Of course, Joe is always in the thick of things, but that’s usually because he’s in pursuit of answers to a mystery.)   Shortly before he met a sad death in the deep woods, Farkus called Joe and said he’d just heard three goons, including Dallas Cates, talking about Joe’s family and planning something. Now Farkus is dead.  Although the evidence stacks up quickly against Dallas,   Joe’s hunch that things are a little too good to be true  proves on the nose, and soon the wife and kids are reduced to hiding in another county after a series of  threats and direct attacks – and Joe himself realizes, after a confrontation with Dallas outside his own home, that the man is bitter, evil, and possessed by an inexorable urge to hurt and destroy Joe. 

While I’m going to range far and wide of spoiler territory, I will say that the ending surprised me. Joe’s a far better man than me, that’s for sure. There’s a lot of good character work here, and I liked seeing Sheridan and April start emerging as adult characters in their own right – April, especially, since she’s had a tumultuous journey through this series and finally seems to be leveling out a bit.  When she learns that Dallas is on the loose, she promptly buys a handgun –  and the more Dallas appears in this novel, the more hopeful I was about his prospects for serving as her target practice. (He’s loathsome.)    Given how intensely personal the story is, and how attached readers are to Joe at this point, the story roared by.

“Good evening, Game Warden! I’m Dave Farkus, an’ you should know — I voted for YOU in the last election.”
“……the game warden’s not an elected post, Mr. Farkus…..”

Alas, poor Farkus! I knew him well, warden

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Off the Grid

Warning: This review contains partial/mild spoilers for Endangered

While attending a rally for a governor’s race on behalf of his wife-the-librarian who needs the presumed gubernatorial winner’s support to renovate her library,  Game Warden Joe Pickett bumps into the current governor – a man who has used Joe as a special agent, of sorts, investigating things on the sly.  With a twinkle in his eye and only months left to serve, Governor Rulon gives Joe one final mission. Seems a remote rancher friendly to the governor had been letting one Nate Romanowski hide within his acreage until late,   but four G-men came and forced the rancher to lead them to Nate:  the feds and Nate all disappeared together.  Governor Rulon hates feds, but he hates, double-hates, loathes entirely feds who run around his state without giving notice, especially when they’re accosting his citizenry. He wants Joe to employ his special talent for “bumbling around until a situation explodes into a bloodbath or a debacle” and head up there and investigate.  

Off the Grid is appropriately named, as it takes Joe deep into the Wyoming wilderness, into the Red Desert, far from both civilization and help from above.   What the reader knows and Joe doesn’t – since we’re also getting Nate’s perspective – is that the g-men were not from any one  knock-knock-oh-no-we-shot-your-dog agency,  but from a shadow cabal  of likeminded agents across multiple levels of government and law enforcement who seek to preserve American interests regardless of the law.   If you’re a Star Trek fan, they’re basically Section 31 but without the weird black leather fetish.  Section 31 has offered Nate a deal: help us find a terrorist hiding out in the wilderness, and  your criminal history – your entire paperwork existence in the federal bureaucracy  – will disappear. For a man obsessed with staying off the grid and out of society,  it’s a promising offer, especially since it also means his new girlfriend’s criminal record (acquired helping him escape) will disappear.  He doesn’t trust him, but he has to go along for the moment.

Off the Grid is a straight-up action thriller, and unique in that while there are three storylines, they converge fairly quickly in the red desert, though the involved parties don’t realize it immediately. Readers used to this series will suspect Joe and Nate are the ‘interested parties’ roaming around the desert not knowing the other is there, but I’ll keep the third under my hat for spoiler reasons.  The gist of the story is that there’s an Arab fella hanging out in an old sheep ranch who Section 31 thinks is up to no good, and they’re mostly right. We get to encounter the Arab (“Ibby”) through Nate, who bonds with him over falconry, and learn that he’s the son of an diplomat who was raised in the US and evidently likes its Constitution more than the government does, as he’s plotting to take action against an NSA data center to strike a blow for the Fourth Amendment. He’s building a movement, but he also has a standard-issue Islamic terrorist-type friend who the reader will immediately begin giving the side-eye, and wondering if Ibby is just an extremely talented salesman who is selling Nate Saudi terrorism disguised by libertarian wrapping paper.   This is especially the case given that both Nate and Joe are attacked by parties who obviously want whatever’s going on in the ranch to remain a secret.

I remember a time when people were still concerned about the amount of data hoovered up and analyzed by the government: Ed Snowden was writing articles, Rand Paul was denouncing it in speeches, etc, and  there was some talk of states indirectly undermining big brother by denying water to their data centers, which they need to keep the computers cool.  This connects to that era, but having a diplomat’s son so passionate about civil libertarianism was an immersion breaker for me:  granted,   by the grace of God I live in neither DC nor NYC and have never encountered a pompous diplomat, but it’s hard to believe that an outsider’s child would care so much about the Constitution. Perhaps if we had more time to get to know the character, like Nate:  it’s not helped by the fact that every moment the reader spends with Ibby,   Achmed the Aching to be Dead Terrorist is standing right next to him looking all suspicious-like. 

Although the premise is again a little suspect –   Muslim terrists in Wyoming? –   the execution and humor were superb. I will sorely miss the Governor when he leaves, and I enjoyed Joe and Nate’ reunion here: they’ve been separated by Nate’s promise to the feds to avoid contact with the Pickett family, given the amound of bloodshed and explosions that appear to happen around Joe & Nate. (Off the Grid has no shortage of both.)  The third angle also heightened the stakes considerably. 

Quotes:

“I’m not your man. I’m not political. I just want to live my life and be left alone.
“Then you’re political. Welcome aboard.”

“You’re kind of a homicidal libertarian folk hero.”

“It’s odd seeing someone sitting on a stool not checking their phone,” he said. He realized he’d assumed that’s what she’d been doing with her back to them.
“It’s known as a book,” she said.
“I remember them.”
“Edward Abbey,” she said. “Desert Solitaire. I just finished The Monkey Wrench Gang.”
“This does seem like a place where George Washington Hayduke might show up.” He’d read the novel in college. Her eyes widened with recognition and surprise.
“I guess all game wardens aren’t the same,” she said.

“I’ve got to take this call. It’s important state business and I’m still the governor. It doesn’t concern you people”—he was now addressing someone else in his office—“even though you think everything concerns you. So why don’t you folks go out and wander around town and target some people to fine and regulate? There should be some honest, hardworking citizens you can find to shake down. Maybe someone has an oversized toilet tank or they’re using the wrong kind of dishwasher soap. That’s what you do, right?”

“How about we worry about that later?” Joe said. “Right now we’ve got six people, three falcons, and a dog, and we need to try and get out of here in one Jeep. Not to mention, there are trucks out there filled with killers on the way to the interstate highway system.” Nate laughed grimly. Without looking over his shoulder, he said,
“Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

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Ten Things I’ve Loved about the Joe Pickett Series

Today at lunch, I finished Battle Mountain and am therefore caught up with the Joe Pickett series. While it’s partially a relief to be able to read something else, I have rather enjoyed my habit in the last two months of settling in to a lawn chair after work and reading Pickett books for two hours or so before the twilight and bugs drive me back indoors — reading about Joe on the ranges as the wind blows the smell of honeysuckle all around me, birds and squirrels start winding things down, and the sun slowly sinks below the treeline. It’s one of those “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is” scenarios Kurt Vonnegut liked to write about. Since I am ‘finished’ with the series for now — at least until next year — I wanted to spotlight some of my favorite things about the series. Reviews of the series will roll out daily (save for Sundays) until May 6th.

  • Joe Pickett himself is a refreshing change, a genuinely good man who, while increasingly disappointed by the politics and corruption he witnesses over 20+ years, is still not a cynic. If one were to create an Alignment Chart for Pickett characters, Joe himself would be Lawful Good. Not only is he a good man to his core, so much so that he can’t bring himself to attack in cold blood a man whose actions would have made me rage in animal-like fury, but he’s also conscientious — lawful. His friend Nate calls him Dudely Do-Right, because he keeps himself within the bounds of the law, so much so that he once arrested the governor for fishing without a license.
  • The landscape of Wyoming itself — or rather, landscapes, as they change by season and region — are an active part of the plot and are often beautifully described by Box, and escaping into that world through words has been one of the pleasures of finding this series, even when the winter blizzards turn the outside world into a salient threat to Joe’s life.
  • The relationship between Joe and his wife, Mary-Beth. Other series I’ve read with lawyers/detectives/etc always involved jaded divorcees or crusty bachelors, never family men. Joe and Mary Beth are a genuine team, though, supporting one another in ways that tests their patience — and as the years progress, Mary Beth shines as a detective of sorts, using her librarian magic to find information that allows the pair to make sense of the mystery Joe’s found himself in. I said the pair with purpose, because Mary Beth has the hunches as often as Joe does. Mary Beth is also a wonderful character in her own right, someone who builds a business for herself and shields her daughters from the worst aspects of their Grandmother Dearest.
  • The general rural setting, outside of the landscape. This is my first time reading a mystery series that is set not in a metropolis like Chicago, New York, or Los Angeles, but rather in very rural Wyoming. Growing up in the rural South, this is a world I’m nonetheless familiar with: its characters are men and women who have callouses on their hands, whose jeans are dirty and sometimes stained with engine oil, whose boots are scuffed and whose trucks bear the signs of a lot of use. I liked being around characters who were used to fussing with fishing line, taking rifles apart to oil them, and so on — it’s not something I see in most of the fiction I’ve read, and the familiarity made it easy to really fall into this world.
  • Speaking of, the fact that this series and its characters have literally grown over 20+ years made it all the more real. Although I was experiencing it in fast-forward mode, I loved seeing Joe and Mary-Beth’s kids grow up and become their own characters, overcoming their separate trials. Sheridan, especially, has emerged from the background to become part of the action. The girls all had very distinct personalities, too. The passage of time has seen Joe grow from being the new kid in town who everyone laughed at because he’d arrested the governor to becoming a game warden whose character and feats characters must take seriously — whether they admire Joe or loathe him.
  • I found this series through an article shared on a library facebook page about how CJ Box had fostered a new wave of men reading by promoting his books through unorthodox ways: instead of doing booktalks at coffee shops and libraries, he cast his line where the fish were biting already: on sports and outdoors shows. The article highlighted that while the main character was a game warden — and a very by-the-book lawman — his antagonists were often the federal bureaucracy itself. Frustration with government bureaucracy — its incompetence, its arrogance, its remoteness from the lives it impacts, its perpetual ability to operate without accountability — is a running part of these books. That’s not to say that All G-Men are villains, because they aren’t. Joe frequently runs into federal agents of various organizations who are intelligent and well-intentioned, but sharply limited by policy and politics into doing stupid things. I stopped watching NCIS and other shows 15+ years ago or so because I disliked the hero worship of the technocratic police state, and Box’s more wary treatment of them is wonderfully refreshing.
  • Connected to this is the way politics is generally treated in the books: a lot of the books will touch on issues of the day that affect Wyoming, like wind subsidies, natural gas mining, the release of wolves into the wild, etc — and have characters arguing about them in the book, even as the plot works its way out involving them. I liked that Box could reflect points from both sides. That hasn’t been as much the case in the more recent books, in part because they’ve been action oriented, and antifa has been used as useful-dumbs by the big bad, Axel Soledad. I say this not in defense of antifa, of course, they’re violent punks who I’d love to see on the wrong side of fight with the Hells’ Angels — but Box’s student mooks in the last book were real caricatures, complete with demanding that the violent psychopath they were about to follow into battle begin every meeting with a land acknowledgement statement. I enjoy laughing at that silliness as much as the next fellow, but Box’s books are much better when his antagonists have some meat on their bones.
  • Nate Romanowski. What a character. Nate is introduced early on as someone who keeps to himself and lives off the grid. He’s revealed to have a history in special operations, but had some falling out with the government and is now as much an anti-government libertarian as someone could ask for. Nate is a master falconer who uses his partnership with the birds of prey to keep himself fed. After Joe exonerates Nate early on, Nate pledges to protect the Picketts and becomes their close friend, nearly part of the family: Nate is known for his firepower and in the stories is used to move the plot through morally ambiguous — at least, certainly illegal — means that Joe couldn’t, and does his best to maintain ignorance of. Nate is intense, someone with a deep connection to nature that he facilitates by sitting naked in trees, or submerging himself in creeks for long periods so he can try to appreciate the world from a bird or fish’s point of view. Despite his intensity, and the tragedies that often emerge around him, he’s also sometimes the source of comic relief. Nate’s relationship with the Picketts — especially Joe, Mary-Beth, and Sheridan – is special.
  • The general range of believable and interesting characters across 25 books. There are very few John Grisham characters I can remember much about, unless they live in Clanton and I’ve been exposed to them multiple times, or have re-read them. I think I’ve even mentioned in my Grisham reviews that some of his characters were such voids I would forget them the moment I posted a review. In Box’s books, though, numerous characters have remained in my head over the last two months, even if they’re long gone. Sometimes it’s because they’re positively weird, or because their maliciousness is so awful and yet believable. I don’t think any of the reviews featuring the Cates family have posted yet, but good lord. Beyond the weird or awful there’s also various shades of corruption, like the absolutely goofy McClanahan who, upon becoming sheriff, starts trying to become a chracter of the Old West, throwing out hackneyed words of wisdom and wearing a dramatic mustache. The reader wants to loathe McClanahan for being such an obstinate jerk who makes Joe’s life harder than it needs to be, but at the same time he’s so mockable.
  • Back to Wyoming and immersion: reading this series has been an education for me in both geography and culture, as my constant googling of placenames has led to a map of Wyoming taking residence in my head, rather like Sid Meier’s Pirates taught me far more Caribbean geography than my high school could even attempt. While my goal for western trips is to finish the Four Corners before wandering outside, there’s a strong possibility that my next western excursion will be into Joe Pickett territory.
An AI attempt to blend Arthur Morgan of RDR2 with Joe Pickett
My attempt at a Nate Romanowski AI generation
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Shots Fired

Shots Fired is a bit of a stray on the CJ Box book ranch, a collection of short stories rather than a Pickett novel – and some of the stories don’t even involve Joe!  Interestingly, there’s also a bit of historical fiction in here.  The stories appear set a bit later in Joe’s career – say, ten years or so into the series.  One of the stories features Nate,  and in his commentary Box writes that the story set the stage for the later Nate-focused novel and his connection to Arab falconers.  {He also writes that this story allowed him to vent his contempt for the murderous Saud family and the American favor they continue to hold (corporate and government) despite  their direct complicity with 9/11.}   The stories are mostly set in Wyoming, with the exception of one that follows two Northern Arapaho to Paris. That one is cringey, and intentionally so, playing off how Native Americans are fetishized by  elite whites – on both sides of the pond, evidently.  While the Pickett stories are written and can be read as standalones, they’re nevertheless connected to the novels: one antagonist was originally arrested by Joe, and here attempts to get revenge after escaping from prison.  The best title in the collection is “Pronghorns of the Third Reich”. and nope, I’m not explaining it There were a couple of soft apples in the bunch, especially “No Bad Day on the River”, in a man who is planning on a little human deep-sixing inexplicably brings along a guest.  It made for easier narration, but it complicates the ‘execution’, shall we say. The most memorable will be the historical fiction, set as it is in a cabin overwhelmed by winter and two trappers who are driving each other insane.

To fish when it was twenty-two below took a particular kind of dedication, or madness. Joe often thought that if he caught an ice fisherman without a license, the violator should be sentenced to more ice fishing for punishment.

“Hey, White Buffalo,” Joe said. “A real Indian would know not to run across a frozen river naked, I think.”

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Endangered

Game Warden Joe Pickett has just discovered a massacre. Someone has slaughtered over twenty sage grouse – nearly an entire breeding group – and left their bodies to rot, shooting them just for malevolent thrills.  Joe goes to work processing the scene, but then receives a phone call bringing much worse news: the sheriff is enroute to the hospital in Billings with the body of a young woman who was found beaten very near to death, then dumped on the side of the highway.  The sheriff is calling because the girl could very well be Joe’s adopted daughter April, who ran off with a rodeo star named Dallas Cates  at the end of the last book –  a man who the sheriff and warden both suspect of being involved in an assault when he was in high school.   The Cates family is all kinds of trouble, Joe is warned, especially that mother of theirs.   Things get worse, though:  as Joe and the sheriff try to get to the bottom of who might have just rendered his girl brain-dead,   Mary Beth calls from the hospital and reports that she just saw Nate Romanowski being wheeled in: hed been shot three times at close range with a shotgun and wasn’t expected to make it.  From such pain and confuse comes more of the more intense Pickett novels, one with a surprising ending that makes me eager to get to Vicious Circle, which appears to follow off events here while not being a direct sequel. 

There is a lot going on in this novel, and unlike Stone Cold there’s no comparative fluff like the “Sheridan is scared of her classmate” line.  Joe’s actual game warden job is part of the story, of course, but his investigation into the Sage Grouse Massacree actually touches on the April drama,   since the Cates’ property is adjacent and when he goes down in his official capacity as garden warden to ask Dallas’ crazy family if they saw anything suspicious, he gets a lead that proves useful – and  sees some possible truth to Dallas’ claim that he was in no state to beat up an eighteen-year-old because he himself had been injured while bull-riding.  As it turns out, people were right to warn Joe about Mama Cates: the whole family is crazy as they are mean,  and none meaner or weirder than her.  There’s another plot I won’t go into because of spoilers, but there’s someone on the ranch whose viewpoint we slide in to from time to time who give us a closer view as to how messed up the Cates’ are. 

This was an excellent entry in the Pickett books, with three plots that weave in together, a lot of emotional intensity and action,   and the running joke of Joe being hard on state trucks continues.  

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WWW Wednesday

WHAT have you finished recently? Three Inch Teeth, CJ Box.

WHAT are you reading now? Battle Mountain, CJ Box. And then…I shall be caught up.

WHAT are you reading next? Will probably turn my full attention to Summer of Blood by Dan Jones; a CS Lewis mystery; or something that does not involve a game warden and/or Wyoming. Or I may begin the Walter Longmire series, who knows.

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Books that Surprised Me & Teaser Tuesday

Today’s treble T is books that surprised us. But first, a trio of teases from…various CJ Box books.

Instagram Post Thursday, April 18: “Three Day Weekend Plans”. I finished Three Inch Teeth at lunch.

“You don’t want to give mixed up with them,” Joe said. “They’re bitter and they’re well armed and they hate the feds.”
“They sound like my kind of guys,” Nate said.

“The way they tell is, the whole place is full of intransigent locals who don’t respect their authority.”
“Probably just me,” Joe said.

“He’s happy and he lives with a great woman who keeps him on the straight and narrow, [Liv] said.
“Which is a good thing for everyone concerned,” Joe said. “Left to his own devices, he tends to hurt people or sit naked in trees.”

And now, “Books that Surprised Me”. This will be very off-the-cuff, hit-`em-as-they’re-pitched.

(1) Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, JK Rowling. Although my generation grew up with Harry Potter, not until the seventh book was released did I give in to curiosity to read them. (My HP remarks were some of this blog’s first posts!) I was ‘bewitched’ immediately, roaring through the books so quickly that I could participate in the frustration of waiting for a chance to read Deathly Hallows, since it had just been released and was quite popular with my university’s student body. My move to university coincided with Harry discovering his own new world, so I think that

(2) All Quiet on the Western Front. Read this in middle or high school (same building, so memories are muddled) and was surprised to realize the main character and friends were German. I was still young enough that I’d neve r been exposed to analyzing or experiencing a situation from different points of view.

(3) The Pigman, Paul Zindel. I don’t know what led me to reading this, but I was young for it and it would be my first time encountering serious themes like loss and regret in literature. It was the first book that ever made my eyes leak. It’s the story of two teenagers who make a game of calling random numbers in the phone book, and then competing to see who can get people to talk the longest before hanging up: John and Lorraine (how do I remember those names?) accidentally befriend an old man, though, and things develop from there.

(4) The Art of Living, Sharon Lebell. During an emotionally rough time at college back in 2008, I read The Meditations and decided to begin reading the Stoics in general, beginning with this translation — or interpretation — of Epictetus’ Handbook. I can still remember being tucked into a corner of the library scribbling quotes from this into my journal/commonplace book at the time. I was surprised by how approachable Epicteus’ approach to life was.

True philosophy doesn’t involve exotic rituals, mysterious liturgy, or quaint beliefs. […] It is, of course, the love of wisdom. It is the art of living a good life. […] Philosophy is intended for everyone, and it is authentically practiced only by those who wed it with action in the world toward a better life for all.

(5) The Jungle, Upton Sinclair. I’d expected this to be an author tract, but was surprised by what was for the most part a compelling story with a sympathetic main character who — unfortunately — disappears in the last fifth by the tedious propaganda.

(6) The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand. I approached this with a similar attitude as The Jungle, expecting nothing in it but long speeches. I found this story of a man’s fight for individual integrity, especially artistic, to be fascinating, as were the architectural sidebars.

(7) The Death and Life of Great American Cities, Jane Jacobs. This book upended my political worldview before I was a third of the way in.

(8) The Music Shop, Rachel Joyce. I didn’t expect this to ignite a fiction-heavy 2024.

(9) Open Season, CJ Box. I obviously was not expecting this book to result in two entire months being hijacked by a game warden.

(10) Electric Universe: The Shocking True Story of Electricity. This book included (among other things) the story of a scientist who was taught to paratroop drop so he could raid a German radar station.

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Stone Cold

There’s something rotten in the state of Wyoming – and specifically, the county of Medicine Wheel, in the northern reaches of the state.  Seems in the last few years some financial grandee retired there and has been buying up everything, and there are rumors that he may be behind a murder-for-hire operation that’s been knocking off high-profile business and tech kingpins guilty of various moral outrages, but shielded from them by virtue of the crimes being white-collar  – or more directly, by their money.  The governor wants his Special Agent Game Warden Joe Pickett to mosey on up and do a little sniffing around – unofficially, of course.   Officially he’s delivering a load of turkeys to help repopulate the area, and then assist the game warden there in a few other game warden matters. When Joe arrives, though, his reputation has preceded him: the resident game warden gives him the stink eye and asks what the governor has got him up here doing.  So much for Secret Agent Game Wardening.    Of the Pickett books I’ve read to date, this is arguably the one with the most far-fetched premise, but   Box pulls off a fun thriller regardless.

When the governor mentioned Medicine Wheel, Joe was not happy:  Medicine Wheel county is even more remote and unattractive than the county he was hidden away in after punching a small-town cop to expedite the governor’s business back in Below Zero.  The entire county has in recent years subsisted on government benefits – disability payments, etc, plus a little under the table action from helping tourists find and shoot elk. In the last five years, though, some mysterious stranger has come into town and put people to work –  and they’ll very grateful to Mr. “Wolfgang Templeton”.  So grateful, in fact, that if some outsider starts asking questions about him, even the innocent kind an ordinary tourist might ask,  they’ll find themselves being encouraged to leave. The last man the governor sent up here died in a mysterious cabin fire, and the black remains are still standing when Joe checks in. It doesn’t take him long to realize that pretty much everyone in this county is deeply corrupt, so much so that they don’t even pretend to take Joe’s legitimate game-warden concerns seriously: one of Templeton’s men  is pulling out large fish way over the limit, and both the judge and the resident game warden treat Joe with contempt for suggesting they enforce the laws of the land.    There’s a least one independent-minded woman in the county Joe can coax information out of, though, and Joe uses his realization that his cabin is bugged to begin  manipulating the malfactors as he starts learning whats going on.  At the same time, he’s startled to realize that his friend  Nate Romanowski, the wilderness man with his own moral code, is evidently in the pay of Templeton –  and Templeton’s home has an even more shocking guest. 

Although the premise of this was rather wild, and there’s a Sheridan subplot that just seems like filler,   I enjoyed seeing Joe on his own, pitted against multiple cretins and using his own creativity and wit to evade and overcome them, and his own humanity gets to shine further when he confronts one man who has morally compromised himself to assist his daughter, who has had severe medical issues growing up.  There’s also some comic relief when Nate is forced to attend a dinner party and wear formal clothing: it’s a bit like Belle trying to civilize the Beast, and  yes, there is a Belle present. 

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Breaking Point

While on patrol counting herds and listening for sounds of poachers,  Game Warden Joe Pickett notices a Forestry fence that’s been cut. Upon investigation the warden realizes this fence was cut relatively recently, and whoever did it may still be around.  Soon enough he stumbles upon a familiar face, a construction manager in town named Butch. Butch is a good fellow, trustworthy – and an obsessive hunter. Although Jim finds Butch’s behavior a little odd – he’s carrying an awful big pack for someone who is just scouting elk –   after giving Butch a warning about repairing the fence on his way back out, Joe  moves on. Later that day, though,   he learns that federal goonie boys and the sheriff all have Butch’s house surrounded: seems Butch is wanted for the death of two EPA agents.  Joe is staggered by this, but the hits will keep coming. Breaking Point  is a great thriller about men pushed to their limits,  with a fiery conclusion that sees Joe scrambling for his life through a generational wildfire. 

Imagine everything anyone hates about federal bureaucracy –  its constitutionally objectionable combination of judge, jury, and execution;  its vast morass of rules that no one knows about until they’re used to loot and ruin the public;  contempt for the public’;   the laziness and pettiness of its all-too-human officials;  and the sheer brutality it can release,  both in terms of blood and money — and distill that into a plot.  If you love hating goonie boys, then boy is this the book for you – even without the climactic ending!   A signature of the Pickett series is that something happens, the locals spot an easy answer and jump on it, and Joe annoys everyone by thinking there’s more to the story and then roaming around playing detective, getting into trouble, and somehow wrecking his truck.  This time, things are a little different, since  Joe is directly asked for help: the fed boys want to find Butch on the mountain, and they’re city-slickers with soft hands and legs that have never straddled a horse. The mountain is treacherous enough for experienced hands, but tenderfoots?  Things get worse, though:  The blustering EPA head, who turns out to be faking Hispanic identity for DIE points,   puts a bounty on Butch’s head that attracts trigger-happy vigilantes. Combined with  the fakespanic director’s..extreme means of retribution,  the mountain is a very  dangerous place to be, and Joe will be pushed to his emotional and physical extremes trying to deal with everything.

Breaking Point was a superb Pickett thriller, putting our game warden into a tight corner and allowing us to see his character – inner character – at its best.

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Χριστός Ανέστη!

Christos anesti to my Christian readers: today is an interesting day because both the Orthodox church and the Roman church (along with its Protestant offspring) are both celebrating Pascha/Easter on the same day. So, here’s the only good thing to come out of COVID, a group chant via Zoom:

Let God arise, and let His enemies be scattered!
And let them that hate Him flee from before His face
Christ is Risen from the dead
Trampling down Death by death
And upon those in the tombs
Bestowing Life

I really like the combined voices, but I also love this version, which applies the lyrics of the troparion against an Appalachian folk melody.

And in completely-different-land, I think tomorrow I am going to surrender to the fact that CJ Box is not going to let Read of England happen, and begin posting reviews for all of the Pickett books I’ve been reading.

I have a problem.

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