In the summer of 1993, Joaquin Jackson, the senior member of the Texas
Rangers, drove from his outpost in Alpine to the Austin headquarters,
where he informed his superiors that he was hanging up his spurs.
Assistant commander Bruce Casteel was visibly upset by the news.
“Joaquin, you’re not ready to quit,” he protested. “You need to stay.”
Jackson shook his head. “I just can’t do it,” he said.
Everyone present knew what Jackson meant. Though he had been a Ranger
for the past 27 years, the strapping six-foot-five lawman was only 57
and had several good years left. The murderers and drug smugglers, he
could handle just as capably as always. What Joaquin Jackson could not
handle were the changes taking place within his beloved Texas Rangers.
“Well,” said one of the secretaries after a long silence, “I guess this
is the end of one era and the start of another.”