Cimarron Rose (A Holland Family Novel)
James Lee Burke
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Texas attorney Billy Bob Holland must confront the past in order to save his illegitimate son from a murder conviction in this brilliant, fast-paced thriller from beloved New York Times bestselling author James Lee Burke.
Lucas Smothers, nineteen and from the wrong end of town, has been arrested for the rape and murder of a local girl. His lawyer, former Texas Ranger Billy Bob Holland, is convinced of Lucas’s innocence—but proving it means unearthing the truth from the seething mass of deceit and corruption that spreads like wildfire in a gossipy small town where everybody knows everybody else’s business.
Billy Bob’s relationship with Lucas’s family is not an easy one. Years back he was a close friend of Mrs. Smothers—too close, according to her husband. But when Lucas overhears gruesome tales of serial murder from a neighboring cell in the local lock-up, he himself looks like a candidate for an untimely death, and Billy Bob incurs enemies far more dangerous than any he faced as a Ranger.
With the same electric language and hard-edged style that brought James Lee Burke’s Dave Robicheaux novels to the forefront of American crime fiction, Cimarron Rose explodes with a harsh, evocative setting and unforgettable characters.
walked down the street toward the café, looking back over his shoulder at me, the lump by his eye as red as a boil. I took the polyrope off the pommel, unfastened the pig string that held the coil in place, worked the length of the rope through my palms and ran the bottom end through the eye at the tip. Then I double-folded the rope along half the loop, picked up the slack off the ground, and rode my Morgan up on the porch and through the doorway, ducking down on his withers to get under the
agitation. He leaned forward in the chair, a heated sheen on his face. 'Look, I've got a problem here that's eating my lunch. The fire was on the old Hart property. Nobody's lived there for thirty years. But I got the feeling most of those deputies had been there before. I also got the feeling the sheriff didn't want anybody hanging around there.' 'Who owns the place now?' 'A California company that sells western real estate to people tired of shopping in malls where the Crips and the Bloods
pieces,' I said. 'You think that's lost on me?' 'We're seeing each other and I don't even know who you are,' I said. She didn't reply. 'Mary Beth?' I said. 'Maybe you don't know who you are yourself, Billy Bob,' she said. She turned and looked me full in the face. Her throat was bladed with color. 'I know what y'all did in Mexico. The man you idolize was a self-appointed executioner. Is that what you want to be?' 'He was a brave man, Mary Beth. You shouldn't speak of him like that.' She
murder scene when Roseanne Hazlitt was still alive,' I said. 'Winos?' 'A Mexican biker from San Antone who just passed a polygraph, and a gal who puts me in mind of a chainsaw going across a knee joint. By the way, I wonder what percentage of our jury is going to be Hispanic?' Marvin leaned back in his swivel chair and pulled at his red suspenders with his thumbs. 'You feeling pretty good about yourself, huh?' he said. 'It's reasonable doubt. A kid who's so drunk three people can't wake him
round entered Sammy's eye socket and blew the back of his head out on the grass. Suddenly there was no sound in the skeet club except the wind fluttering an American flag on top of the pavilion. * * * chapter twenty-five It was hot that night, and still hot at false dawn, as though the air had been baked, then released again on the new day. I got a handful of molasses balls from the tack room and fed them to Beau in the lot, then turned him out and walked down to the river and