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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Lone Star Law about Western, Eyes, Hats with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: Robert J. Randisi is the creator and author of The Gunsmith, the popular Western series with more than 250 novels and more than 5 million books in print, which was written under the pen name J.R. Roberts. Under various pseudonyms, he has created and written the series Tracker, Angel Eyes, The Bounty Hunter, Mountain Jack Pike, and Ryder. Western novels that have appeared under his own name are The Ham Reporter, Targett, The Ghost with Blue Eyes, Legend, and Miracle of the Jackal. He has also edited the Western anthologies White Hats, Black Hats, and Boot Hill.
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conversations.value: He has also edited the Western anthologies White Hats, Black Hats, and Boot Hill. Randisi is the creator and author of The Gunsmith, the popular Western series with more than 250 novels and more than 5 million books in print, which was written under the pen name J.R. Roberts. Under various pseudonyms, he has created and written the series Tracker, Angel Eyes, The Bounty Hunter, Mountain Jack Pike, and Ryder. Western novels that have appeared under his own name are The Ham Reporter, Targett, The Ghost with Blue Eyes, Legend, and Miracle of the Jackal.Robert J.
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Lone Star Law
  Luke Temple remembered a time, when he was a small boy, that he had wished he could speak Spanish. It seemed like such a musical language, the way the vaqueros had spoken it. That little boy could never have dreamed up all the things that were going to happen to him over the next few years. He could never have guessed that at the age of twenty-two he would be able to speak that tongue almost perfectly, having learned the words over the sound of gunshots and dying men.
  It was a little different now. Luke wished he could not speak the language at all, not a single word of it, so that he could not understand the shouts of the people of Monterrey. After ten years of fighting Santa Anna's armies, the Texas Rangers were at the general's back door hungry for revenge.
  The Texans had learned long ago never to surrender to a Comanche or a Mexican, for neither group believed in honoring prisoners—at least that was the common understanding. The Rangers did not necessarily honor prisoners either, when those prisoners were Mexican or Comanche. Many of the men who rode beside Luke today had lost kinsmen at the Goliad massacre, when Santa Anna had ordered the execution of men who had surrendered in good faith. Others had kinsmen who had died at the Alamo, where no surrender was even asked for and the bodies were desecrated after they fell—among them eighteen-year-old Donald Temple, Luke's only brother. Some were survivors of the Mier expedition, in which captured Texans were forced to partake in a lottery to decide which would be executed and which would be sent into prison and forced labor.
  There was still plenty of resistance—the Mexicans had set up sharpshooters on nearby roofs. Their ancient muskets were not sharp, and in fact could barely shoot, but there were enough of them to present a danger to the invaders. What was worse, at the end of the street the Mexicans had set up a couple of cannon, which were pounding at the Rangers with deadly effect.
  Soon a gaping hole had been torn in the wall, and bullets were coming through it. "I reckon we've found some of our snipers," Luke said, as he and two others stepped up to the wall and returned the Mexican's fire. No more shooting came from the other room. Luke peered inside, squinting at the smoke. He was eventually able to see three bodies lying on the floor.
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conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Armstrong shrugged. "It's why I took up Rangerin'." He laughed. "Sure as heck didn't do it for the money!"
  Neither of them spoke for a time, just sat listening to the wind and the icy snow tick against the saloon's creaking walls. The heat from the stove radiated nicely. Big Bill Morgan snored.
  As if reading his mind, she said suddenly, "Of course it is none of my business, but you should marry again. Build another family." She paused, then continued quietly, almost absently, "Your wife would want you to. So would your son."
  He hadn't considered the possibility of remarrying, but he found himself considering it now, with Ann sitting here only a few feet away, the soft yellow light and shadows playing about her fair skin and freckles, limning her long, slender neck above the collar of her plaid shirt.
  Ann only smiled, glanced off as though uncomfortable. Armstrong silently cursed himself for his bluntness.
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conversations.value: Armstrong silently cursed himself for his bluntness. "It's why I took up Rangerin'." He laughed. "Sure as heck didn't do it for the money!"
  Neither of them spoke for a time, just sat listening to the wind and the icy snow tick against the saloon's creaking walls. The heat from the stove radiated nicely. Big Bill Morgan snored.
  As if reading his mind, she said suddenly, "Of course it is none of my business, but you should marry again. Build another family." She paused, then continued quietly, almost absently, "Your wife would want you to. So would your son."
  He hadn't considered the possibility of remarrying, but he found himself considering it now, with Ann sitting here only a few feet away, the soft yellow light and shadows playing about her fair skin and freckles, limning her long, slender neck above the collar of her plaid shirt.
  Ann only smiled, glanced off as though uncomfortable.Armstrong shrugged.
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conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: With Hamer and the rest of the Rangers in position, once Bonnie took aim at Jon, the air around that car exploded as though the gates to hell had been knocked open. Rifle shots cracked through the once-tranquil air, and the sputter of the Browning was like a deadly pulse beneath it all. Next came the chilling sound of breaking glass and cracking bones and bullets punching holes in steel.
  The hiss of punctured tires mixed with the thump of lead punching holes through flesh and the rattle of two bodies going through their final motions within the confines of that car.
  Outside the car, Jon stood looking into Bonnie's vacant eyes. The blood ran down from where he'd been shot, and despite all the smoke in that stinking coffin on wheels, he swore he could only see the smoky wisp curling from the barrel of Bonnie's revolver.
  Hamer was there to catch him as Jon fell over. He could feel the other man die in his arms without giving so much as a sputtering breath to fight off the Reaper.
  Captain Frank Hamer retired from the Texas Rangers in 1949. Regarding the pursuit of Bonnie and Clyde, he was quoted as saying simply, "On February tenth, I took the trail and followed it for exactly one hundred and two days. Like Clyde Barrow, I used a Ford V-8, and like Clyde, I lived in the car most of the time."
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: ". Rifle shots cracked through the once-tranquil air, and the sputter of the Browning was like a deadly pulse beneath it all. Next came the chilling sound of breaking glass and cracking bones and bullets punching holes in steel.
  The hiss of punctured tires mixed with the thump of lead punching holes through flesh and the rattle of two bodies going through their final motions within the confines of that car.
  Outside the car, Jon stood looking into Bonnie's vacant eyes. The blood ran down from where he'd been shot, and despite all the smoke in that stinking coffin on wheels, he swore he could only see the smoky wisp curling from the barrel of Bonnie's revolver.
  Hamer was there to catch him as Jon fell over. He could feel the other man die in his arms without giving so much as a sputtering breath to fight off the Reaper.
  Captain Frank Hamer retired from the Texas Rangers in 1949. Regarding the pursuit of Bonnie and Clyde, he was quoted as saying simply, "On February tenth, I took the trail and followed it for exactly one hundred and two days. Like Clyde Barrow, I used a Ford V-8, and like Clyde, I lived in the car most of the time.With Hamer and the rest of the Rangers in position, once Bonnie took aim at Jon, the air around that car exploded as though the gates to hell had been knocked open.