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Stone Cold [Format Kindle]

C.J. Box
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Fort Smith, Montana

Nate Romanowski pushed the drift boat onto the Bighorn River at three-thirty in the morning on a Sunday in early October and let the silent muscle of the current pull him away from the grassy bank. Eight miles downriver was the fortified and opulent vacation home of the notorious man he was going to kill.

It was twenty-four degrees and steam rose from the surface of the black water in thick tendrils, and he was soon enveloped in it. The craft f loated quietly and he manned the long oars to keep the up- swept bow pointing forward. Gnarled walls of river cottonwoods closed him in, their bare branches reaching overhead from both banks as if to try and join hands. For ten minutes between Third Island and Dag’s Run, he couldn’t see a damned thing and operated exclusively on feel and sound and experience. He kept to the main channel and avoided the shallows so he wouldn’t scrape bottom and could f loat as swiftly as possible.

He’d made the run before in preparation—so many times, in fact, that the rhythm, mood, and temperament of the river was as famil- iar to him as his falcons, his weapons, and his code. Or what was left of his code, anyway, he thought, and grinned bitterly to himself in the dark.

While doing night reconnaissance, he’d worn the narrow com- pression pack on his back that he wore now, and he was so used to the dead weight of the gear inside that he almost forgot it was there. His .500 Wyoming Express five-shot revolver, the most powerful handgun on earth, hung grip-out from its shoulder holster below his left ribs, its security tether unsnapped.

Over his shoulder, the massive concrete spillway of the Yellowtail Dam glowed light blue in the muted light of the stars and the scythe- like slice of moon. A single cumulus cloud, its rounded edges high- lighted by starlight, moved from north to south, blotting out the continuity of the brilliant Milky Way. It would be hours before f ly- fishing guides and anglers—men, women, but mostly men—arrived at the launch near the dam and started their half-day or daylong drift f loats down the legendary Bighorn. Nate slipped a cell phone from his breast pocket and powered it on. When he had a signal and the screen glowed, he called up the only number stored in it and texted: It’s a go. And sent the message.

Within a minute, there was a response: Go do some good.

Nate turned off the phone and slipped it back into his pocket.

Nat e wa s ta l l , angular, and rangy. He didn’t row with the oars but used them to steer the boat by lowering one or the other into the current to bring the bow around. He had worked on his technique so it was smooth and he wouldn’t splash. The oars were an extension of his arms, and his movements were smooth and unhurried.

His friend Joe Pickett had once described his face and eyes as “hawklike.” His blond ponytail, constrained by leather falcon jesses, had grown to midway between his shoulders. It was tucked into the collar of his tactical sweater so it wouldn’t be noticed. His eyes were blue and piercing, and the planes of his face were f lat, severe, and aerodynamic. He wore a dark camo slouch hat, and his sharp cheek- bones were darkened with soot so the moonlight, such as it was, wouldn’t ref lect.

Th er e wa s no dou bt, Nate had been told, that the world would be a better place without Henry P. Scoggins III in it.

Scoggins was short, f leshy, stooped, and walleyed, and was the last direct heir of the Scoggins pharmaceutical empire of Newark, New Jersey. Unlike his grandfather, the senator and ambassador, or his father, the well-intentioned philanthropist, Henry the Third, as he was known, used his billions to manipulate monetary currencies around the world, corner the market on fourteen of seventeen rare earth metals, and lavishly fund activist groups that advocated legal- ized prostitution, drug use, and polygamy. He enjoyed the company of corrupt machine politicians, gangsta rap artists, foreign dictators, and domestic organized-crime figures. Several of his lurid divorce proceedings were front-page news over the years, as well as the Los Angeles murder trial where he’d been accused of shooting a hooker in the face and killing her on the front porch of his mansion. He had been found innocent when the jury bought his lawyer’s claim that Scoggins mistook her for a homicidal home invader threaten- ing his Beverly Hills neighborhood at the time.

In video clips, Scoggins spoke in a deliberate mid-register timbre that belied his habit of constantly and furtively looking over the heads of the listeners, as if searching for someone more worth- while, better-looking, or less threatening in the room. He had the arrogant look of a bully who had insulated himself so he’d never have to directly confront a challenge, the kind of man comfortable with rewarding his friends in person and punishing his enemies from a distance.

Isolating the man was the problem. Scoggins surrounded himself with armed bodyguards, and his five U.S.-based homes—Newark, Manhattan, Aspen, Palm Beach, and the infamous Beverly Hills manse—were set up with elaborate security systems. His overseas properties in Caracas, Abu Dhabi, and Grand Cayman were pro- tected by security contractors who were ex–Black Ops.

Few people were aware of the six-million-dollar log home Scog- gins had recently purchased through a holding company on the bank of the Bighorn River. The reason: he wanted to learn to f ly-fish. The rumor was that Scoggins thought he was buying the river itself.

For t h e pa s t w e ek, in addition to the late-night reconnaissance f loats, Nate had scouted the Scoggins property on the ground by trespassing through an adjoining landholding and avoiding the care- taker. There were very few private residences in the river valley, and the few that were there were massive and expensive. They were ac- cessed by a private road that paralleled the bends of the river. Only a couple of the structures could be seen from the road itself, due to high stone walls and steel security gates. The Scoggins property had not only a swinging gate operated by remote control but also a small guardhouse manned by an armed employee during daylight hours. At night, visitors—mostly delivery trucks—had to identify them- selves via the closed-circuit camera at the gate to be buzzed in. Ad- ditional closed-circuit cameras that swept the grounds were mounted on poles within the compound, and Nate counted two men—one openly armed with a combat shotgun—lazily patrolling the grounds. He had dubbed the gate operator Thug Two, and the men on patrol Thug Three and Thug Four. All wore loose-fitting untucked shirts and cargo pants.

Nate noted the disparity between the massive homes built of logs, stone, and glass, complete with guesthouses and outbuildings and sweeping manicured lawns, and the utter squalor of the Crow Indian Reservation just beyond the fence.

On Friday he’d caught a glimpse of Scoggins in person. He’d been glassing the grounds through his spotting scope, memorizing the layout of the buildings and internalizing the contours of the ground, when a thick metal door opened and two women tumbled out. They had long brown legs and jet-black hair and they were wearing only lingerie. As Nate focused in, he felt the hair on the nape of his neck rise. They were Indians, likely Crows from the reservation. They wore too much makeup and they clutched bundles of their clothing under their arms, as if they’d been in a hurry to gather it up before they were thrown out of the house. The taller one reminded him of a woman he’d once loved named Alisha, who was a Shoshone and a teacher on the Wind River Indian Reservation in Wyoming. It jolted him to his core. She wasn’t Alisha but a prostitute, obviously, and she was being unceremoniously kicked out of the house before she could even get dressed.

The shorter of the two women spun on her heel and shouted some- thing Nate couldn’t hear at someone out of view inside the house. The taller woman paused, dropped her head in fear or panic, and reached out to the shorter woman to urge her on.

Then Scoggins appeared, f lanked by a barrel-chested younger man who had the build of a weight lifter and a smirk on his face. He also wore an oversized shirt and cargo pants. Nate had deemed him Thug One because he rarely left Scoggins’s side.

Scoggins wore a loose-fitting robe and oversized slippers on his feet. Two thin white naked ankles could be seen beneath the hem of the robe. Maybe it was Scoggins’s hunched slouch and widespread eyes that, even at that distance, reminded Nate of a toad. He was smirking as well, but also f lipping his fingers at the women, obvi- ously urging them to go away.

When the shorter woman kept talking and gesticulating and wouldn’t leave, Thug One shouldered around Scoggins and rushed her with three long and quick strides. As she turned to run, the big man kicked her hard enough beneath her buttocks to lift her off the ground and send her sprawling. When she scrambled to retrieve the clothes that had f lown into the air, the thug wound up for another kick and the taller hooker yanked the shorter one down the pathway, leaving the clothes strewn on the grass.

Nate could only guess the cause of the altercation. Maybe the hookers had objected to what they were asked to do, or they’d tried and didn’t satisfy their customer. Maybe one of them got mouthy or tried to steal something. Or maybe Scoggins decided to throw them out instead of pay them. Nate planned to find out.

What he did know was that the altercation made his blood boil. It wasn’t Alisha, of course, because Alisha had been murdered. A lock of her hair hung from...

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Praise for STONE COLD
 
“[A] superlative outing . . . Box gets everything right: believably real characters, a vivid setting, clear prose and ratcheting tension. Maintaining these standards over 14 novels is more than impressive.”—The Plain Dealer

Stone Cold features carefully crafted characters who live in the wilds of Wyoming, a setting that Box uses to great effect . . . Box creates a story with an unique premise and takes readers along for a suspenseful, action-filled ride.”—The Denver Post

“Box weaves vivid descriptions of Wyoming’s landscape and the personal drama of Pickett’s family into a blistering page-turner.”—Arizona Republic
 
“In C.J. Box's thrillers, [Wyoming] is a featured character and you get to know its thickly forested mountains, its windy plains and its frontierlike towns . . . [a] fun read.”—Associated Press
 
“Another exciting read from crime fiction’s king of the great outdoors.”—Madison County Herald
 
“The author has proven that he can write good -- no, great – books.”—Wyoming Eagle Tribune
 
“With each book, Box just gets better. Nonstop action, a twisty plot, and great characters make his latest a must-read for fans of this series.”—Library Journal
 
“This marks a welcome return to the thing Box does best: putting family man Joe in a dicey situation where, despite his orders to merely observe, his own moral code means he can’t help but light the fuse and see where it leads. Being in unfamiliar territory is familiar territory for Pickett, and corrupt-town scenarios are as old as the hills, but Box uses the ploys for maximum suspense.”—Booklist
 
“Exhilarating . . . Canny Joe uses his wits, taking time to assess the literal and figurative lay of the land.”—Publishers Weekly

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  • Format : Format Kindle
  • Taille du fichier : 1057 KB
  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 385 pages
  • Pagination - ISBN de l'édition imprimée de référence : 0399160760
  • Editeur : Head of Zeus (13 mars 2014)
  • Vendu par : Amazon Media EU S.à r.l.
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ASIN: B00G1SW346
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 One of the greats 15 avril 2014
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C.J.Box is one of those few writers who is capable of keeping you turning the pages until the last one and leaving you with the regret of having got to the end too soon. His descriptions of the natural beauty of the settings of each action are pure poetry and unlike so many other writers who use their own repetitive stock phrases to illustrate similar situations and places, Box invites the reader to participate in his vision of life in the mid-west in such a way that one is transported into the very centre of the action.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Box's unexpected hero returns for a stellar installment 23 janvier 2014
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I've read many of the Joe Pickett novels. The first two words of this novel made me very happy - Nate Romanowski. Nate is my favorite character in the Pickett series besides Joe himself. For those who haven't read any of the books, Joe Pickett is a game warden out of Saddlestring, Wyoming. He is married to Marybeth and has two lovely children, Lucy and Sheridan, and ward, April, all living in a small cabin in the Bighorn Mountains. Nate is the anthesis of Joe, a loner, living in the woods with his falcons. He is a large, rugged, pony-tailed man capable of violence on either side of the law. Joe and Nate are unlikely best friends, but both have literally saved each others lives in past editions of the series.

Joe is summoned to Cheyenne by Wyoming Governor Rulon, who has taken a liking to Joe and considers him his unofficial "range rider". The Governor sends Joe on a mission to investigate an extremely wealthy landowner in the Black Hills named Wolfgang Templeton.. Joe quickly finds out that Templeton literally owns the county., land, people and the law. The adventure continues with Joe's unique, somewhat bumbling manner. Sort of a mixture of Inspector Clouseau and John Wayne. Joe's daughters, Lucy and Sheridan, offer intriguing side stories to the novel.

This is not my usual reading genre, but I find CJ Box such a good storyteller with a fluid writing style, making it just a joy to read. His characters are so vividly realistic and the Wyoming setting gives you that western, cowboy feeling.

Although this is a standalone novel and can be read as such, there is a lot of history with Joe Pickett and his cast of characters, which makes you feel very comfortable with this latest installment. Highly recommended.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Awesome storyline, but now I have to wait for the next book to come out , , , , 28 janvier 2014
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Stone Cold is a little different from the rest of C.J. Box's Joe Pickett books. It had a dark side to it in a side storyline involving his eldest daughter. It seemed a little strange at first because I didn't have any idea where the side story was going and it threw me for a loop when I read the conclusion of it. Talk about a twist!!

The main storyline of Joe going to another game warden's district for Governor Rulon gives a couple of surprises. Nice writing by Mr. Box, again, and the conclusion will keep you dangling. As I stated above, now I have to wait for the next book to come out and I hope it is soon. Mr. Box has a way of drawing you into his storylines and Stone Cold is no different.

If you are new to reading C. J. Box and his Joe Pickett series, I highly suggest you read the whole series. A great reading experience is waiting for you.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 #14 in the Joe Pickett series is another winner 26 janvier 2014
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I am a C.J. Box fan and have been since his first Joe Pickett story Open Season. I have read all of this series and all of his stand-alone books too. This book is definitely a series book, NOT a stand-alone. You could enjoy it if you've not read the other Joe Pickett offerings but why cheat yourself out of the pleasure of reading the others?

"Stone Cold" has all the best qualities that have made me love his other books - non-stop action, a protagonist that is easy to identify with, a gorgeous setting in my beloved Wyoming.

Joe Pickett is still working as a Wyoming game warden but also is troubleshooting for the Governor. He goes into the Black Hill country of Wyoming in this tale, trying to find out the worst about a wealthy landowner/philanthropist. And his troubles start almost immediately.

As always, Joe tries to juggle work with his home life and two of his daughters have side tales of their own in the book.

If you enjoy suspense, mysteries, books about Wyoming, or just an exciting well-written story, you won't go wrong with this or any of author Box's books.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 I had high hopes early on 30 janvier 2014
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Having read all the Joe Pickett novels, I was really excited to read "Stone Cold" and from the very first it grabs you like all of these novels. There are two things going on that area a threat, but sadly, only one gets developed fully. It was almost like once he put it in the book he kind of ran out of ways to make it play out, so he just finished it in six pages at the end of the book.
Also unfortunately, the main plot develops well but then there are only 30 pages left in the book and even with the main plot it seems like all at once he ran out of ideas on what to do with it and just kind of wrapped it up, and not altogether satisfactorily.
The book read well, flows well, but has a very quick and disappointing ending.
Also some very serious moral lines are crossed in the book which leaves a rather bad taste. The sub plot that ends quickly without really being developed, ends in a totally unbelievable and unrealistic manner. Not believable at all.
Not Box's best work. Kind of a "beach read" this spring, then leave it in the condo or hotel or on the plane for someone else.
It's ok.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 A high-society hit man in Wyoming? 23 janvier 2014
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Joe Pickett, modest game warden and dedicated family man, occasionally has to play another role. The governor keeps him on call as a troubleshooter. Joe has a talent for getting in the thick of any trouble that's brewing, and figuring out what's going on. This time the governor is in a rare mood to cooperate with the FBI. He wants Joe to help them gather information about a certain rich man living in Medicine Wheel. Rumors have been heard in elite circles that Wolfgang Templeton is involved in murder for hire.

And so Joe sets off for Medicine Wheel, a depressed town in beautiful country. The hills are full of malcontents, well armed and on the dole.

Joe goes disguised as himself – a warden sent to help the local game warden with a special project. The fun begins at once. Joe meets one menacing character after another. The outcome is sometimes humorous, more often life threatening.

If you've been following the series, as I have, you'll be pleased by the reappearance of Joe's complex friend Nate Romanowski, master falconer and wanted man. Nate is dealing with an interesting moral dilemma in this book.

As always, Joe's personal life is full of dramas, since he has three teenage daughters and a mother-in-law who hates him. His attractive wife is good at doing Internet research through unofficial channels. She acts as Joe's long-distance assistant.

I found Stone Cold to be thoroughly enjoyable, with plenty of action and plenty of opportunities for our good-hearted game warden to cleverly outsmart the bad guys. This is an excellent addition to an excellent series.
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