Earl Haack, Jr. was raised to be Machiavelli in cowboy boots.
Growing up with his father’s brutal brand of peacemaking as sheriff of a small town on a major drug corridor, Junior swore there had to be a better way to keep the order his father taught him must come first—before peace, before prosperity. But as a young narcotics deputy in Denver, he quickly learned that the drug trade that threatens that order is never going to end. A man charged with policing it can either give up or learn to control the chaos around him—working with those who will cooperate, driving off those who will not—and profit in the process. Junior’s father was right: order comes first, and order is built on bloodshed.