Saturday, May 1, 2021

Book Blog Tour and Giveaway: To the Republic (Republic Series #1) by Bruce Clavey

Welcome to my stop on the book blog tour for To the Republic by Bruce Clavey. This blog tour was organized by Lone Star Book Blog Tours. On my stop, I have an excerpt from the book as well as the tour wide giveaway to win some great Texas themed prizes. Be sure to visit the other stops on the tour for more content. Enjoy!
Title: To the Republic
Series: Republic Series #1
Author: Bruce Clavey
Publication Date: October 26th 2020
Print Length: 394 pages
Genre: Political Fiction
A novel for our times. A saga for the ages.

On the eve of passing landmark immigration legislation, the entire Texas Senate and its native Tejano leader, Diego Reyes, vanish suddenly from Austin. When news of the disappearance hits West Texas, cowboy Del Woodward isn't shocked. He knows exactly where the lawmakers are, but he's not telling. Woody's been down on his luck, and a shady bargain he's made puts him tight in the squeeze of Marcos Cepeda, north Mexico's ruthless drug lord. And Cepeda's furious with this new stall in the bill. It's got a loophole he can exploit to add another quarter million square miles of exclusive turf to his cartel—but that territory goes back up for grabs if leader Reyes can't pass the bill before the Senate session expires in mere days. The brutal kingpin wants what he's bought and compels Woody to step up. How the cowboy swings the vote isn't important to Cepeda, but this sure is: if Woody breathes so much as a word of reluctance, it'll be his last. The prize is Texas, nothing less. It's real, and it's on.

The Republic Series launches from true pages of the Lone Star frontera story into a hauntingly modern arena of trade, trafficking, and tradition on the Rio Grande in To the Republic: BOOK ONE.

An Amazon #1 New Release in History of U.S. Immigration.

Prologue, Part One
By Bruce Clavey

There is a strip of south Texas terrain between the Nueces and Bravo Rivers that was once regarded by old settlers as a kind of No Man's Land. Blanched and unyielding, the land was home to a handful of pueblos and presidios that chafed in the arid breath of two adolescent republics, both of whom declared ownership of the open frontera. For a time, Laredo on the southern edge was the substantive capital of the empty region, its population annexed by both nations, but not truly loved by either. When the United States waged war in the eighteen and forties to loosen Mexico's grip on the territory once and for all, wagonloads of Latin expatriates were buffeted a stone's throw away to carve a New Laredo out of the wilds below the Bravo.

No Man's Land may have faded over time from map and memory, but it has not disappeared; ghosts, after all, cannot die. The specter that fled its terrestrial coil haunts the region today as a bastard of blended birthright. For though the last salvo of America's largest war with a continental neighbor was fired deep in the heart of Mexico in 1848, this spirit of unresolved legacy would see to it that no treaty drawn would erase the centuries of objections that disquiet the land.

In the war's bloody aftermath, the Nueces went back to being the faceless tributary it was before the coming of Spain. The dotted border line in its river bottom drifted south to the Bravo, who lost its own identity giving birth to the Rio Grande. It is the younger that now courses through the gash dividing these two old and brooding republics on its way to the Spanish Sea. And on one fateful day in recent years, nearly a full decade before the heart of Texas exploded, a cowboy paused at mid-bridge to gaze down at the afternoon glitter on its shallow wash.

What was true for the land was truth for him. Ghosts didn't die. And wars never truly ended.

The quarter-mile bridge that stretched down from Laredo across the Rio Grande connected two federal entry points. Cars and pickup trucks that sat backed up past the center of the northbound lane inched forward with a restlessness to escape the void. Across the way from them, the cowboy felt no such haste. He leaned against the rail with his back to the southbound lane, whose traffic slid by with hardly a care. This was middle turf here, fleeting but free. In no other place of the world did he feel so untouchable. He breathed in the fresh solitude.

Moments ago, it was mariachi José Alfredo Jiménez whose sobs drifted from the wide-open window of a passing SUV. He loved Jiménez—he could drink to Jiménez. But now the dense summer air pulsed with the gangsta polka of Lupillo Rivera. The cowboy always tapped a steel toe to Rivera's norteño oompah, but the narcocorrido lyric stopped him short of humming along. And at the moment, it dragged his thoughts back to business in Nuevo Laredo.

He bared his watch. 4:20—and a ten-minute walk to get there.

The pedestrian line looked mighty short at the American welcome point, and the cowboy tested his determination. It would be simpler than ever to turn and go back. The irony was almost laughable: he was at his point of no return halfway across an international bridge with turnstiles at both ends. No one would be the wiser if he slipped over the median and joined the line that took him back to the long, slow wait in Ruidosa for some lucky federal agent to sniff out his original sin. Or he could stick to his plan and go on through that Mexican gate, where there wouldn't be as much as janitor to stop him from upping the stakes even further. Because if everything panned out over there, he'd be in the clear, probably even ahead.

The weathered westerner ducked his Stetson De Soto into his palm. There wasn't really a choice any more, no coming this far just to bail. He was here because he needed out, and the only way out was up. Slicking back a handful of wiry gray hair, he reseated his hat and strode for the Mexican border.

The security point was minimal. Signs posted along the sidewalk instructed the country's guests to enter one of the lines that led to a declaration desk that was currently vacant. A pair of uniformed officials who stood beside a nearby concrete pylon and chatted with some passers-by were the only official presence at the checkpoint. The cowboy nodded and touched the brim of his hat as he brushed past.

Beyond the corner, the world suddenly compacted into itself. Lanes of dense traffic funneled into a single queue at the security point intersection. Cars sat bumper-to-bumper on the storefront curb; jaywalkers squeezed between them and skipped up onto walkways of cracked and skewed cement. Most portals at street level were wide open and adorned with human faces. The walls of mortar around them were bathed in shades of the pastel rainbow and roused to glory by the afternoon sun. It was a pueblo of color lathered on dust, much less sterile and infinitely less drab than the land across the bridge.

In the light of day, the crude glamour of Nuevo Laredo pushed its lord of drugs, his loyal henchmen and rumored pet lions, and the whole narcotics war beyond sight and care.

The cowboy navigated the street merchants and gum-selling children with practiced inapproachability, but he still loved being there. The enormous red, white, and green Mexican bandera that flapped gently in the main avenue plaza plucked a patriotic chord in his soul. He ambled on past and slipped into a bar.

Finish reading the Prologue on 5/12 at StoreyBook Reviews.
Bruce Clavey of Round Rock, Texas writes with a passion for exploring the Latin heritage tucked in cultural corners throughout Texas, Mexico, and Central America. In 2017, Clavey's research into perspectives on state history led to his onsite rediscovery of the Mexico City dungeon where the colonial "Father of Texas" was imprisoned, documented in his book "The Inquisition of Stephen F. Austin." His interest to illuminate compelling historic junctures brought the creation of several feature dramatizations for state museum in-exhibit performance. Clavey's release of Book One of "To the Republic" in 2020 begins the journey of Texas and Mexican characters who confront the pressure points at today's vibrant river border, a land that has functioned for centuries as both international gateway and barrier.

THREE WINNERS each receive a prize pack including: Autographed paperback copy of To the Republic by Bruce Clavey; unisex tee with the "Texas Forever" design; baseball cap stitched with the "Texas Forever" design; ceramic lapel pin with the "Mano de Tejas" design; vinyl 5” decal with the "Mano de Tejas" design.
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  1. Heather, thank you for presenting this extract of the first prose from To the Republic. It's an honor and pleasure to have visibility among the great works you've profiled. The best ever to you with All the Ups and Downs!

    1. Thank you, and thanks for stopping by. It's great to have you. =)

  2. GREAT excerpt! Thanks for sharing!