John,
I'm glad somebody posted these for you.
They are both nice, but I really like the Ranger.
They have such a mystique in Texas lore.
My Dad used to tell me stories about the Rangers raiding the Balinese Room, a famous nightclub in Galveston in the 1940's that he was a busboy at.
My father told me that always, only one Ranger would come in to raid the casino and they were no nonsense.
He said the Ranger would usually slap the biggest guy he could find in the establishment, in order to establish dominance, respect and attention.
I remember one story where the Ranger came in and had everybody line up against the wall.
One customer, a real big guy, that was loud, cocky and was not cooperating with the Ranger, my dad said, took a comb out of his back pocket and started to comb his hair.
My dad said the Ranger walked over to him and knocked him out with a swat to the head with a blackjack.
I met an ex-Ranger once.
He came to investigate a robbery of a piece of equipment that was loaned (on contract) to the restuarant I owned.
The equipment was used to collect and hold discarded grease and the company employed the ex-Ranger.
He was all business, no joking around.
He put me in the mind of how I thought an FBI agent would act like.
He was in his late 50's, taller than me, (I'm 6'4"s tall), long, lean, straight and dressed like a stylish modern cowboy.
A sharp creased western cut suit, a tie and a lariot around his neck, snake skin boots and a huge belt buckle that had a "Texas Rangers" emblem on it.
He commanded your attention and was an imposing figure.
He really intimidated me, very businesslike, real professional and no-nonsense.
I was in awe talking to him and answering his question.
The old saying in Texas about how tough these guys were was,
"ONE RIOT..............ONE RANGER".
Really tough guys.