{"product_id":"gman-isbn-9780399574610","title":"G-Man","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e“A roaring good read.”—FORBES.com \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eMaster sniper Bob Lee Swagger returns in this riveting novel by bestselling author and Pulitzer Prize winner Stephen Hunter\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Great Depression was marked by an epidemic of bank robberies and Tommy-gun-toting outlaws who became household names. Hunting them down was the new U.S. Division of Investigation--soon to become the FBI--which was determined to nab the most dangerous gangster this country has ever produced: Baby Face Nelson. To stop him, the Bureau recruited talented gunman Charles Swagger, World War I hero and sheriff of Polk County, Arkansas.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEighty years later, Charles's grandson Bob Lee Swagger uncovers a strongbox containing an array of memorabilia dating back to 1934--a federal lawman's badge, a .45 automatic preserved in cosmoline, a mysterious gun part, and a cryptic diagram--all belonging to Charles Swagger. Bob becomes determined to find out what happened to his grandfather-- and why his own father never spoke of Charles. But as he investigates, Bob learns that someone is following him--and shares his obsession.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTold in alternating timeframes, \u003ci\u003eG-Man\u003c\/i\u003e is a thrilling addition to Stephen Hunter's bestselling Bob Lee Swagger series.\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eG-Man\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“First-rate...Depression-era outlaws come shooting back to life in Stephen Hunter’s latest thriller....[His] double-barreled finish…should satisfy everyone.”—Gerald Bartell, \u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A first-rate tale that spans decades and generations....The pages fly by once the introductions are made and the characters are in place. Those who grew up watching \u003ci\u003eThe Untouchables\u003c\/i\u003e or the plethora of gangster films that were made in the early and mid-20th century will find much to love here, not the least of which is the author's penchant for historical accuracy and firearms lore. This combination makes \u003ci\u003eG-Man\u003c\/i\u003e one of Hunter’s best works to date, which is certainly a major feat.”—Joe Hartlaub, BookReporter.com\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A roaring good read...Bob Lee Swagger is a Middle America Dirty Harry...As the tenth Bob Lee Swagger novel, \u003ci\u003eG-Man\u003c\/i\u003e is Stephen Hunter’s \u003ci\u003eLonesome Dove\u003c\/i\u003e, a big sort of book that takes well-established characters, especially Bob Lee himself, and puts them on an action-packed mission of self-discovery....Riveting....Hunter masterfully pulls the thread that unravels this action-packed story—it's hard to stop reading.”—Frank Miniter, FORBES.com\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hunter’s outstanding 10th Bob Lee Swagger novel (after 2014’s \u003ci\u003eSniper’s Honor\u003c\/i\u003e) takes readers back to the gangster days of the 1930s...Hunter’s skilled ear for dialogue and idiom has never been better, and some of the action scenes—especially a chapter describing the famous robbery of the Merchants National Bank in South Bend, Ind., on June 30, 1934—are as elegant as they are disturbing.”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hunter fits the parts as snugly as Bob Lee reassembling a rifle...This is an outstanding thriller on every level.”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Nobody writes action better than Stephen Hunter, and that action has never been better than in the scintillatingly superb \u003ci\u003eG-Man\u003c\/i\u003e....At heart \u003ci\u003eG-Man\u003c\/i\u003e is a modern day Western...with the two generations of Swaggers swapping sections as they command our attention in riveting fashion....\u003ci\u003eG-Man\u003c\/i\u003e is everything a great action thriller is supposed to be, presenting us with a series of targets Hunter manages to hit dead center every time. An old-fashioned shoot-em-up that is absolutely not to be missed.”—Jon Land, \u003ci\u003eProvidence Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hunter remains my only Pulitzer Prize-winning friend.  He has a new novel titled G-MAN, which I can highly recommend after having devoured it in a weekend.”—Mark A. Keefe IV, Editor-in-Chief, \u003ci\u003eAmerican Rifleman\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Fans of Hunter's Swagger family legend will be locked and loaded for more.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eStephen Hunter\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of 20 novels and the retired chief film critic for \u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e, where he won the 2003 Pulitzer Prize for Distinguished Criticism. His novels include \u003ci\u003eThe Third Bullet;\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eSniper's Honor;\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eI, Sniper;\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eI, Ripper;\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003ePoint of Impact\u003c\/i\u003e, which was adapted for film and TV as \u003ci\u003eShooter. \u003c\/i\u003eHunter lives in Baltimore, Maryland.***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof*** \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCopyright © 2017 Stephen Hunter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003ePRELUDE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEAST OF BLUE EYE, ARKANSAS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe present\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe blades of the graders contoured the land to spec. They rounded hills, felled and flattened woods, scoured underbrush, crushed rocks, filled hollows, collapsed ravines. Nothing but raw earth remained. What had been complex became plain, according to the latest large-project construction principles. Streets had been staked out, while sewers and wiring and cable were planted in furrows. Then the houses would spring up, rows of them, all alike, but soon to be differentiated by their new owners. It was progress—or, at least, development—it was growth, it was capitalism, it was hope. It couldn’t be stopped, so mourning was pointless. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis land had sustained one family for close to two centuries, first claimed in the late 1780s by a quiet couple from over the mountains, where the war was just finishing. They gave no account of themselves. They and theirs stayed for seven generations, and for that whole time they were steady, solid; they went to church, they gave to charity, they did their share in emergency or crisis. But more, it turned out they were a family of heroes. Their boys learned to hunt; they learned the hunter’s patience, his stoicism, his courage, his mercy, his honor. They had a gift for the firearm, and more than a few of them took that gift off to war. Some made it back, some didn’t. Some became officers of the law, for in those days that too called for the shooter’s talent. They shot for blood many a time, and, again, some made it back and some didn’t. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey were all gone now. The last of them had sold off the place for a substantial amount and fled, not wanting to see what was done to his home- stead and the homestead of his ancestors. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNow the contouring was all but finished. Only the old house remained, atop a hillock that dominated the spread, a comfortable, rambling joint that had been added to over the decades until it practically made no sense at all. The hill was too much for the graders and so the company brought in a big Cat excavator, the 326F L model, a machine classified medium by weight, and set it loose, under the guidance of a professional genius named Ralph. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFrom afar, it looked like some kind of Jurassic ritual. A yellow Tyrannosaurus rex had downed a Bronto or a Stegosaurus and now fed on soft underbelly. The knuckle boom of Ralph’s big Cat pierced and ripped and tore, its bucket armed with side cutters and teeth, taking down walls and floors swiftly, in a single day reducing what had been a large house to a large pile of rubble. The next day, using the bucket as an artist would a brush, Ralph cleared the shattered remnants of two centuries’ worth of history, loading them into the trucks, which hauled them off to the landfill. Finally, on the third day, only the foundation remained, and he directed the bucket to continue its feast of destruction, smashing the stones into smaller chunks, then scooping them up for disposal. It was all going according to plan—until it wasn’t.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe managers saw him stop, pop the big machine out of gear, turn off its hydraulics, then leap from the yellow house, dash along the tread and swing down off the boom, pass under the knuckle, and reach the bucket, which was frozen in place on a particularly large chunk of foundation that would not shatter according to plan.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey approached and swiftly became an inspection committee. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Something wrong, Ralph?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You didn’t bust a pump or lose a piston?” \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Did you spring a hydraulic leak there, Ralph?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOf course all this really meant but one thing: how much is this going to cost us?  \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut Ralph was on his knees, studying on the joinery between the bucket’s teeth—those hard T. rex fangs—and earth.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I felt something,” he said. “You know, you get so you can read the vibrations. It wasn’t stone, dirt, pipe—nothing like that.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe poked, prodded, messed around with a shovel. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What’d it feel like?” he was asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Some kind of metal. I don’t know, a sheet or a—”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe stopped, spotting something, leaped forward, examined more closely, inserted the shovel’s blade, dug, pried, cleared, sought leverage, and finally, with a spray of dirt like an explosion, exposed something from the Great Beneath.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Jesus,” he said, now pulling the treasure free, “it’s a strongbox of some kind.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt was, looking like the sort of thing carried by Wells Fargo and subject to larceny by men in dusters and hats, with bandannas across their faces and Winchesters in their hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe committee gathered around. Curiosity now overcame their need, if only for a bit, to stay on schedule.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Maybe it’s full of gold,” somebody remarked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRalph, whose genius was practical, not speculative, smacked at the padlock a few times with his shovel, expertly driving the corner tip of its blade under the locking hasp, and the hasp’s old metal couldn’t bear the spike in pressure and broke open on the third blow.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe committee gathered closer as he tossed the busted lock away and pulled the lid back on the strongbox’s rusted hinges.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe contents were initially disappointing. A number of objects wrapped tightly in heavy canvas, loosely secured by disintegrating tape, their outlines muffled by the heavy swaddling. Ralph popped a Kershaw knife from the pocket of his jeans, where it had been clipped, cut the tape, and used the point of the blade to push through the mass of canvas. It gave way to an oily cloth wrapping, under which the thing, shed of its canvas raiments, assumed a familiar shape. At last, he got this final oily wrapping away from it and held it out, gleaming in the sun, for all to see.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It’s a damned pistol,” he proclaimed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It’s an old .45 automatic,” someone who knew said. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Old?” someone else said. “Hell, it looks brand-new!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey were otherwise stunned into silence. Finally someone said, “Man, I bet that bad boy has a story to tell.” \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"G.P. Putnam's Sons","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300780232933,"sku":"NP9780399574610","price":10.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780399574610.jpg?v=1767727820","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/gman-isbn-9780399574610","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}