PREVIEW: WE WERE YOUNG ONCE…

Multiple award-winning author Thomas J. Nichols has penned the second in the Border War Series. “We Were Young Once…,” follows his top-selling “Color of the Prism” in taking the reader into the depths of human and drug trafficking along the Mexican border with New Mexico and Arizona.


Focused in the near-ghost town of Hachita, New Mexico, Agent Enrique Basurto, a member of the Joint Task Force on Human and Narcotic Interdiction encounters the limitless terror of the Juarez/La Linea Cartel.


Nichols’ professional experience and writing style were commended by a Writer’s Digest review, “… what impressed me was the verisimilitude, the sense of being taken into a story by an author who really had been there and done that.”


“We Were Young Once…,” continues in that vein. You truly will go into the depths of the Border Wars. Be prepared.

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A Multiple award-winning author Thomas J. Nichols has penned the second in the Border War Series. “We Were Young Once…,” follows his top-selling “Color of the Prism” in taking the reader into the depths of human and drug trafficking along the Mexican…

Two hours later, Mora, Mandy, Gael and I, along with three

more of his officers, gathered in the Juarez apartment. No one was in uniform. We could see the front of the house, plus we had a camera focused on the rear. Nobody had come or gone. Catalina should still be there along with the woman, Matagente, and whoever else we didn’t know.


The plan was straightforward. There was no evidence of a reinforced door, so the three officers would go to the back and the four of us to the front. We would each wear a tactical vest with clear lettering, Policia, on the front and back. We would knock and announce, then enter with shock and awe. Each of Mora’s

officers carried an AR-15, a sidearm, and one man at the front and another at the rear had a doorknocker—a steel twenty-pound battering ram.


It was exactly five o’clock when we left the apartment for the short jog to the house. We gave the rear entry crew thirty seconds, then hit the front door. It folded like a piece of wet cardboard. Mora and Gael led the charge in the front with Mandy and I on their heels. Mora was shouting at the top of his voice, “Policia!”

The officers in the rear were doing the same.

Matagente bolted out of a side room with a handgun at the ready position..