ῲ Read Format Kindle @The Cold Dish: A Longmire Mystery Ὼ Kindle Ebook Author Craig Johnson ’ ῲ Read Format Kindle @The Cold Dish: A Longmire Mystery Ὼ Kindle Ebook Author Craig Johnson ’ Table of ContentsCoverTitle PageCopyright PageDedicationAbout the Author Praise for The Cold DishAlso by Craig JohnsonAcknowledgmentsEpigraphChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16 Epilogue An Excerpt from Death Without CompanyFor the dairy princess of Wayne County and the crack shot of Cabell .A PENGUIN MYSTERYCraig Johnson is the author of eight novels in the Walt Longmire mystery series, which has garnered popular and critical acclaim The Cold Dish was a Dilys Award finalist and the French edition won Le Prix du Polar Nouvel Observateur Bibliobs Death Without Company, the Wyoming Historical Associations Book of the Year, won Frances Le Prix 813, and Kindness Goes Unpunished, the third in the series, has also been published in France Another Mans Moccasins was the Western Writers of Americas Spur Award Winner and the Mountains Plains Book of the Year, and The Dark Horse, the fifth in the series, was a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year Junkyard Dogs won The Watson Award for a mystery novel with the best sidekick and Hell Is Empty was a New York Times bestseller All are available from Penguin The next in the series, As the Crow Flies, will be available in hardcover from Viking in May 2012 Craig Johnsons Walt Longmire novels have now been adapted for television in the series Longmire Johnson lives in Ucross, Wyoming, population twenty five.Praise for The Cold DishACKNOWLEDGMENTSA writer, like a sheriff, is the embodiment of a group of people and, without their support, both are in a tight spot I have been fortunate to be blessed with a close order of friends and associates who have made this book possible They know who they are and, as the tradition goes, you can never thank a good cast too much.Thanks to Sheriff Larry Kirkpatrick for a quarter of a century of fighting the good fight, the Wyoming Division of Criminal Investigations Sandy Mays and Harrys pizza, which isnt so bad To Henry Standing Bear for the magic and , Marcus Red Thunder for the sweat, Charles Little Old Man for the words, Dorothy Caldwell Kisling for the stimulation, Donna Dubrow for the motivation, and Gail Hochman for the belief To Kathryn Court, Clare Farraro, Sarah Manges, and Ali Bothwell Mancini, my ferocious pride of lionesses at Viking Penguin.Finally, to my wife and muse Judy all the love in the world for greeting my daily reappearance from Absaroka County with patience and good humor I would be Walt without you.Revenge is a dish best served cold.Pierre Ambroise FranoisChoderlos de La Clos, Les Liaisons Dangereuses1Bob Barnes says they got a dead body out on BLM land Hes on line one.She might have knocked, but I didnt hear it because I was watching the geese I watch the geese a lot in the fall, when the days get shorter and the ice traces the rocky edges of Clear Creek The sheriff s office in our county is an old Carnegie building that my department inherited when the Absaroka County Library got so many books they had to go live somewhere else Weve still got the painting of Andy out in the landing of the entryway Every time the previous sheriff left the building he used to salute the old robber baron Ive got the large office in the south side bay, which allows me an unobstructed view of the Big Horn Mountains to my right and the Powder River Valley to my left The geese fly down the valley south, with their backs to me, and I usually sit with my back to the window, but occasionally I get caught with my chair turned this seems to be happening and , lately.I looked at her, looking being one of my better law enforcement techniques Rubys a tall woman, slim, with a direct manner and clear blue eyes that tend to make people nervous I like that in a receptionist dispatcher, keeps the riffraff out of the office She leaned against the doorjamb and went to shorthand, Bob Barnes, dead body, line one.I looked at the blinking red light on my desk and wondered vaguely if there was a way I could get out of this Did he sound drunk I am not aware that Ive ever heard him sound sober.I flipped the file and pictures that Id been studying onto my chest and punched line one and the speakerphone button Hey, Bob Whats up Hey, Walt You aint gonna believe this shit He didnt sound particularly drunk, but Bobs a professional, so you never can tell He was silent for a moment Hey, no shit, we got us a cool one out here.I winked at Ruby Just one, huh Hey, I aint shittin you Billy was movin some of Tom Chathams sheep down off the BLM section to winter pasture, and them little bastards clustered around somethin in one of the draws We got a cool one.You didnt see it No Billy did.Put him on.There was a brief jostling of the phone, and a younger version of Bobs voice answered, Hey, Shuuriff.Slurred speech Great Billy, you say you saw this body Yeah, I did.Whatd it look like Silence for a moment Looked like a body.I thought about resting my head on my desk Anybody we know Oh, I didnt get that close.Instead, I pushed my hat farther up on my head and sighed How close did you get Couple hundred yards It gets steep in the draws where the water flow cuts through that little valley The sheep stayed all clustered around whatever it is I didnt want to take my truck up there cause I just got it washed.I studied the little red light on the phone until I realized he was not going to go on No chance of this being a dead ewe or lamb Wouldnt be a coyote, with the other sheep milling around Where are you guys Bout a mile past the old Hudson Bridge on 137.All right, you hang on Ill get somebody out there in a half hour or so.Yes sir Hey, Shuuriff I waited Dad says for you to bring beer, were almost out.You bet I punched the button and looked at Ruby Wheres Vic Well, shes not sitting in her office looking at old reports.Where is she, please Her turn to sigh and, never looking at me directly, she walked over, took the worn manila folder from my chest, and returned it to the filing cabinet where she always returns it when she catches me studying it.Dont you think you should get out of the office sometime today She continued to look at the windows.I thought about it I am not going out 137 to look at dead sheep.Vics down the street, directing traffic.Weve only got one street Whats she doing that for Electricals for the Christmas decorations.Its not even Thanksgiving.Its a city council thing.I had put her on that yesterday and promptly forgot about it I had a choice I could either go out to 137, drink beer, and look at dead sheep with a drunk Bob Barnes and his half wit son or go direct traffic and let Vic show me how displeased she was with me We got any beer in the refrigerator No.I pulled my hat down straight and told Ruby that if anybody else called about dead bodies, we had already filled the quota for a Friday and they should call back next week She stopped me by mentioning my daughter, who was my singular ray of sunshine Tell Cady I said hello and for her to call me.This was suspicious Why She dismissed me with a wave of her hand My finely honed detecting skills told me something was up, but I had neither the time nor the energy to pursue it.I jumped in the Silver Bullet and rolled through the drive through at Durant Liquor to pick up a sixer of Rainier No sense having the county support Bob Barness bad habits with a full six pack, so I screwed off one of the tops and took a swig Ah, mountain fresh I was going to have to drive by Vic and let her let me know how pissed off she was bound to be, so I pulled out onto Main Street, joined the three car traffic jam, and looked into the outstretched palm of Deputy Victoria Moretti. Vic was a career patrol person from an extended family of patrol people back in South Philadelphia Her father was a cop, her uncles were cops, and her brothers were cops The problem was that her husband was not a cop He was a field engineer for Consolidated Coal and had gotten transferred to Wyoming to work at a mine about halfway between here and the Montana border When he accepted the new position a little less than two years ago, she gave it all up and came out with him She listened to the wind, played housewife for about two weeks, and then came into the office to apply for a job.She didnt look like a cop, least not like the ones we have out here I figured she was one of those artists who had received a grant from the Crossroads Foundation, the ones that lope up and down the county roads in their 150 running shoes and their New York Yankee ball caps Id lost one of my regular deputies, Lenny Rowell, to the Highway Patrol I could have brought Turk up from Powder Junction but that had appealed to me as much as gargling razor blades It wasnt that Turk was a bad deputy its just that all that rodeo cowboy bullshit wore me out, and I didnt like his juvenile temper Nobody else from in county had applied for the job, so I had done her a favor and let her fill out an application.I read the Durant Courant while she sat out in the reception room scribbling on the front and back of the damn form for half an hour Her writing fist began to shake and by the time she was done, her face had turned a lively shade of granite She flipped the page onto Rubys desk, hissed Fuck this shit, and walked out We called all her references, from field investigators in ballistics to the Philadelphia Chief of Police Her credentials were hard to argue with top 5 percent out of the academy, bachelors in law enforcement from Temple University with nineteen credit hours toward her masters, a specialty in ballistics, two citations, and four years street duty She was on the fast track, and next year she wouldve made detective Id have been pissed, too.I had driven out to the address that shed given me, a little house trailer near the intersection of both highways with nothing but bare dirt and scrub sage all around it There was a Subaru with Pennsylvania plates and a GO OWLS bumper sticker, so I figured I was in the right place When I got up to the steps, she already had the door open and was looking at me through the screen Yeah I was married for a quarter century and Ive got a lawyer for a daughter, so I knew how to deal with these situations Stay close to the bone, nothing but the facts, maam I crossed my arms, leaned on her railing, and listened to it squeal as the sheet metal screws tried to pull loose from the doublewides aluminum skin You want this job No She looked past me toward the highway She didnt have any shoes on, and her toes were clutching the threadbare carpet like cats claws in an attempt to keep her from spinning off into the ether She was a little below average height and weight, olive complexion, with short black hair that kind of stood up in pure indignity Shed been crying, and her eyes were the color of tarnished gold, and the only thing I could think of doing was to open the screen door and hold her I had had a lot of problems of my own of late, and I figured we could both just stand there and cry for a while.I looked down at my brown rough outs and watched the dirt glide across the porch in underlining streaks Nice wind weve been having She didnt say a word Hey, you want my job She laughed Maybe.We both smiled Well, you can have it in about four years, but right now I need a deputy She looked out at the highway again But I need a deputy who isnt going to run off to Pittsburgh in two weeks That got her attention.Philadelphia.Whatever With that, I got all the tarnished gold I could handle.Do I have to wear one of those goofy cowboy hats like you I glanced up at the brim of my hat and then back down to her for effect Not unless you want to.She cocked her head past me, nodding to the Bullet Do I get a Batmobile like that to drive around in You bet.That had been the first dissemblance of many to come. I took a big swig and finished off the first Rainier beer and popped it back in the carton I could see the muscles in her jaw flex like biceps I made her knock on the window before I rolled it down Whats the problem, officer She looked pointedly at her watch Its 4 37, where the hell are you going I relaxed back into the big bucket seat Close enough Im going home She just stood there, waiting It was one of her best talents, asking questions and just standing there, waiting for an answer Oh, Bob Barnes called, says they got a dead body out between Jim Kellers place and Bureau of Land Management.She yanked her head back and showed me a canine tooth They saw a dead body Yeah, and Im a fucking Chinese fighter pilot.Uh huh, looks like the big sheepocide weve all been waiting for It was the shank of the afternoon, and the one beer was already helping to improve my mood The sky was still a VistaVision blue, but there was a large cloud bank to the northwest that was just beginning to obscure the mountains The nearer clouds were fluffy and white, but the backdrop was a darker, bruised color that promised scattered snow at high altitudes.You look like hammered shit.I gave her a look out of the side of my eye You wanna go out there Its on your way home.No, its past there, out on 137.Its still a lot closer to you, and seeing as youre going home early .The wind was beginning to pick up I was going to have to go long on this one Well, if you dont want to .She gave me another look You have done nothing but sit in your office, on your ass, all day.Im not feeling real well, think I might be getting the flu or something.Maybe you should go out and get some exercise How much do you weigh now Two sixty You have a mean streak She continued to look at me Two fifty three It sounded better than two fifty five.She stared at my left shoulder in deep concentration, juggling the evening that she must have had planned Glen isnt coming home till late She looked at herself in the side view mirror and instantly looked away Where are they On 137, about a mile past the old Hudson Bridge This was working out pretty well Theyre in Billys truck She started to push off and walk away They wanted you to pick up some beer on your way out.She turned and tapped a finger on the passenger door If I was going to bring them beer, I would take that depleted six pack in the seat beside you, mister You know, we have an open container law in this state.I watched her man walk with the sixteen shot automatic bouncing on her hip Hey, I try and have an open container with me no matter what state Im in She was smiling when she slammed the door of her five year old unit Its good when you can bring unbridled happiness to your fellow workers I nosed the three quarter ton out to the west side of town, and Vic mustve passed me doing an even eighty, sirens and lights all going full blast She gave me the finger as she went by. I had to smile It was Friday, I had five beers in attendance, and my daughter was supposed to call this evening I drove out through Wolf Valley and ignored the scattered, out of state vehicles parked illegally along the road During the latter part of hunting season, my part of the high plains becomes a Disneyland for every overage boy with a high powered toy Instead, I watched the clouds slowly eat the Bighorn Mountains There was a little early snow up there, and the setting sun was fading it from a kind of frozen blue to a subtle glow of purple I had lived here my entire life, except for college in California and a stint in the marines in Vietnam I had thought about those mountains the entire time I was gone and swore that a day wouldnt go by when I got back that I wouldnt look at them Most of the time, I remembered.By the time I got out to Crossroads there was a fine silting of confectionery snow blowing across the road and falling through the sage and range grass The shadows were long when I stopped at the mailbox There was nothing but a Doctor Leonards Healthcare sale catalog, which scared me it was so interesting I navigated the irrigation ditch and drove up to the house.Martha had grown up on her family ranch, some couple thousand odd acres near Powder Junction, and had always hated being a townie So, three years ago, we bought a little land off the Foundation, got one of those piles of logs they call a kit, drilled a well, and planted a septic tank We sold the house in town, because Martha was in such a hurry to get out of it, and lived in a trailer I had borrowed from Henry Standing Bear, owner of the Red Pony and my oldest friend By the fall, we had her all closed in and the heat on Then Martha died.I parked the truck on the gravel, pulled out the beer, and walked on the two by twelves over the mud that led up to the door Id been meaning to get some grass seed, but the snow kept putting an end to that I pushed the door open and stepped up from the cinder block onto the plywood floor The place still needed a little work There were some interior walls but most were just studs and, when you turned the bare bulbs on, the light slipped through the wooden bars and made patterns on the floor The electricals werent done, so I had two four ways plugged into the box and everything just ran into them The plumbing was done, but I used a shower curtain as a bathroom door consequently, I didnt get many visitors There was a prewar, Henry F Miller baby grand that had belonged to my mother in law, on which I had been known to pound out a little boogie woogie, but I hadnt played it since Martha had died I had my books all stacked in beer boxes near the back wall and, the Christmas before last in a fit of holiday optimism, Cady and I had gone out and bought a floor lamp, an easy chair, and a Sony Trinitron color television The lamp and easy chair worked really well, whereas the TV did not Without a dish, the only thing you could pick up was Channel 12 with snow for a picture and a soothing hiss for sound I watched it religiously.I had the phone set up on a cardboard box next to the chair so I wouldnt have to get up to answer it, and I had a cooler on the other side for the beer I threw my coat and hat on the boxes, switched on my lamp, and sat down in my chair with Doctor Leonard in my lap I flipped the catalog open to page three and pondered a genuine artificial sheepskin cover made for all standard recliners I glanced up at the stacked log walls and tried to decide between the available ivory and the rich chestnut Didnt really matter After four years, I had yet to make any truly decisive steps in interior decor Perhaps Doctor Leonards machine washable polyester acrylic fleece was my Iliad This thought was unsettling enough to motivate the fourth beer, which was only slightly warmer than the first three I screwed off the top, pinching it between thumb and forefinger, and tossed it into the drywall bucket that served as my only trash can I thought about calling the Docs 1 800 number but was afraid that I might block Cadys call She had tried to get me to get call waiting, but I figured I got interrupted enough during the course of a day and didnt need to pay for the privilege at home I hit the remote and surfed from automatic four to destination twelve ghost TV It was my favorite show, the one where the different sized blobs moved around in a blizzard and didnt make too much noise Gave me plenty of time to think. I retraced the well worn path of my thoughts to the report that had been lying on my chest when Ruby had come into the office I didnt really need the actual file I had every scrap of paper in it memorized There is a black and white photograph that I had cropped down, the kind we use to attach a person to a particular brand of misery Place photo here The background is a vacant white, broken only by the shadow of an electric conduit, no proper venue for intimacy such as this In another setting, the portrait might have been a Curtis or a Remington.Melissa is Northern Cheyenne In the photograph, she has dark stalks of healthy hair arching to her shoulders, but there are small discolorations there and at her throat, multiple bruises, and a contusion at the jawline I hear noises when I summon up these wounds To the trained eye, her features might appear a touch too small, like the petals on a bud not yet opened Her almond shaped eyes are unreadable I keep remembering those eyes and the epicanthic folds at the inner corners There are no tears She could have been some half Asian model in one of those ridiculously perfumed glamour magazines, but she is that poor Little Bird girl who was led into a basement and gang raped by four teenage boys who didnt care that she had fetal alcohol syndrome.Three years ago After all the proceedings and counterproceedings, filings and counterfilings, the case went to court in May I remember because the sage was blooming, and the smell hurt the inside of my nose The girl in the photo had fidgeted and twisted in her seat, sighed, placed her hands over her eyes, then pulled her fingers through her hair She crossed her legs and shifted her weight and laid her head, facedown, on the witness stand.Confused Thats all she said, Confused .There are other photographs in the file, color ones Id clipped from the Durant High School yearbook In a fit of comic relief, I had left the blurbs from their yearbook attached to the pictures Cody Pritchard, football, track Jacob and George Esper, fraternal twins in birth as well as football, tie and fly club, and Future Farmers of America and Bryan Keller, football, golf, debate, student council, honor roll.They had inserted a broomstick into her, a bottle, and a fungo bat.I was the reluctant investigating officer, and I had known Mary Roebling since we were kids Mary teaches English at Durant High School and is the girls basketball coach She said she had asked Melissa Little Bird about the marks on her face and arms but couldnt seem to get a straight answer Later, Melissa complained about abdominal pains and blood in her urine When Mary demanded to know what had happened, Melissa said that she had sworn that she wouldnt tell She was worried that she might hurt the boys feelings.Ruby says I get the file out about once a week since the trial She says its unhealthy.At Mary Roeblings request, I went to the high school in the afternoon during basketball practice While the girls ran laps, I took off my badge, cuffs, and gun and placed them in my hat behind her desk I sat in the office and played with the pencils until I became aware of the two of them standing in the doorway Mary was about six even and had told me quite frankly that the only reason she had gone to the junior prom with me was because I was one of the only boys in class who was taller than she She towered over the Little Bird girl and kept her from backing though the door by placing her hands on Melissas shoulders The young Indian was coated in a youthful glean of sweat and, if not for the marks on her face and shoulders and the effects of fetal alcohol syndrome, looked like she had just been freshly minted I held up one of the American Number Two pencils and said, I cant figure out how they get the lead on the inside To my surprise, her face became suddenly dark as she contemplated the issue I figure they got these trees that have the lead already in them Her face brightened in the relief of having the riddle solved.Youre the sheriff Her voice was childlike and carried all the trust in the world I was back twenty five years with Cady in front of a Saturday morning Sesame Street, watching Policemen Are Our Friends.Yep, thats me Her eyes had traveled all the way from the rounded toe boots to the matted silver hair that Im sure was sticking out at undefined angles.Blue jeans.We were the third county in Wyoming to adopt blue jeans as regular duty uniform, but it was one of the downfalls of our particular brand of vehicular law enforcement that the common populace rarely saw us from the waist down Yep, big around as they are long Mary tried to stifle a laugh, and the girl looked to her, then back to me Rarely do you get those glimmers of unadulterated love and, if youre smart, you pack them away for darker days I started to get up but thought better of it.Melissa, is your uncle Henry Standing Bear I figured the best way to get started was to establish some kind of personal reference.Uncle Bear Her smile was enormous Henry was one of the most understated prophets I knew and one of the most personally interested individuals I had ever met.I gestured for her to sit across from me and rolled up the left sleeve of my shirt to display the ghostly cross hatchings that stretched back from my left hand I got hurt playing pool with your uncle Bear up in Jimtown, once The girls eyes widened as she sat in the chair opposite me, and she instinctively reached to place a forefinger on the marbled flesh of my forearm Her fingers were cool, and her palms were strangely devoid of any lines, as if her life was yet to be determined I reached across the desk slowly, sliding a palm under her chin and lifting to accentuate an angry contusion at the jawline Thats a good one, too She nodded with a slight movement that freed her face, and she dropped her eyes to the desktop, which informed us of the potential for the presidents physical fitness award Howd you get that She covered the offending jaw with a quick look to the side and a through the eyebrow glance at Mary.Melissa, Im not here to hurt anybody, but I also want to make sure that nobody hurts you She nodded and began gently rocking back and forth, hands firmly clasped between her legs Has anybody hurt you Her attention stayed with the glass covered surface of Marys desk.No.I studied Melissas reflection and tried to imagine her as she should have been Her people were strong, clear eyed Cheyenne from the Northern Reservation, with a little Crow from her maternal side I tried to see a Melissa who hadnt had the spark of curiosity robbed from her by a mother who had ingested too many I 90 CocktailsLysol and rubbing alcoholwhen she was pregnant Melissa should have been a beautiful Indian maiden standing on the rolling, grassy hills of the Little Big Horn, arms outstretched to a future that held promise, security, and freedom When I looked up, it was as if she had read my mind, that we had shared a vision She had stopped rocking and was looking at the diamond snaps on my shirt.It was romantic She said it flat, as if emotion would only rob her statement of its impact Her eyes returned to the desk.I leaned back in the office chair, allowing my fingertips to remain on the edge of the beveled glass What was romantic, Melissa She spoke to the desk The walk. I was out of beer, Cady still hadnt called, and I had given up on Doctor Leonards sheepskin cover as the salvation of a future well coordinated interior I needed a Rainier and some company so I cranked my hat down hard, buttoned my sheepskin jacket up tight, and stepped into the horizontal snow flurries that were whipping around the corner of the house I figured Id drive the half mile down the paved road to the Red Pony I stood there on the planks for a moment, listening to something above the wind, wings whirring only thirty feet off the ground as the geese honked their warning cries to each other in an attempt to get south Maybe they had waited too long to leave Maybe I had, too.Off in the distance, I could make out the neon pony cantering in the darkness and a small number of peripheral trucks parked in the adjacent gravel lot As I got closer, I could see that the inside lights of the bar were not on and felt a surge of panic at the thought of having to drive all the way back into town for a beer I parked the truck and could make out a few figures moving in the darkened window of the carryout Couldnt have been a blackout the red neon pony shimmered across my hood and up the windshield I pushed into the wind to open the bars glass door and came within inches of running into the owner and operator of the Red Pony, Henry Standing Bear.Henry and I had known each other since grade school when we had gotten into a fight at the water fountain, and he had loosened two of my teeth with a roundhouse left that had came from the Black Hills We had played against each other in the trenches of interior linemanship from peewee through high school, whereupon I finished up at USC, lost my deferment, got drafted by the marines, and went to Vietnam Henry had made a halfhearted attempt at the white mans educational system at Berkeley and had learned enough to protest against it before being rewarded for his efforts with an all expense paid, four year vacation with the Special Forces SOG group at An Khe It was here that Henry said he had learned of the white mans true vision and power, of his ability to kill the largest number of individuals in the most effective manner possible.Upon his return to the States, Henry had reattempted college life but found that his ability for being lectured to had deteriorated He returned to political activity in the seventies and had been a seminal member of every Native American movement for the next ten years Sensing that revolution is the industry of young men, however, he returned to Absaroka County for the funeral of the grandmother who had raised him and somewhere came up with enough cash to finance a deal with the Foundation that would transform an old Sinclair station, the only public building in Crossroads, into a kind of half assed bar that he called the Red Pony Henry had been known to read a great deal of Steinbeck It was in the Foundations interest to promote the bar, if for no other purpose than to keep the shit caked rubber boots of the locals out of their oriental carpeted meeting rooms.We looked at each other, his expression carrying the quiet selfdeprecation that usually held some hidden meaning Beer, Tonto he asked as he handed me an open Rainier and continued past with what appeared to be a tire iron in the other hand I looked through the poolroom into the bar proper and could make out about eight people seated on stools, outlined by the fluorescent glow of the beer coolers Big night I took a sip and followed him to the far end of the room where he seemed to be preparing to tear apart the wall Leaning against the offending structure he slipped the flat end of the tire iron behind the weenie wood that made up the interior of the bar.You forget to pay your REA bill again He paused for a second to give me a dirty look and then put all 220 pounds into the tire iron and propelled the four foot board from the wall, with nails still attached, to clatter at our feet I bent from my vantage point to look at the ringshanked holes in the plaster surface that lay underneath the removed board Henrys face was, as always, impassive.Damn Without another word, he slipped the tire iron beneath the next board and popped it to the floor Same result Damn.I figured it was time to ask, Are we redecorating, or are we looking for something specific He gestured to the wall with a hand that pleaded and threatened at the same time.Fuse box.You covered it up with boards Another sidelong glance At least I have walls.Henry was one of the chosen few who had been to the cabin His statement was hard to refute Ive been thinking about getting an imitation sheepskin cover for my recliner This got a long look.Are you drunk I gave the question thought No, but Im working on it He grunted a little laugh and popped off another board, which added to the considerable pile that was collecting at our feet.Damn He placed the tire iron in the next board Cady call you No, the brat.Huh She called me He popped the board loose to reveal the gray cover of an ancient fuse box Yes.I turned to look at him What He tapped the small, metal cover and glanced at me Fuse box.Cady called you His eyes were dark and clear, the far one split by the strong nose that I knew had been broken at least three times, once by me.Yes.I tried to contain myself and sound casual, but he had me and he knew it When did she call Oh, a little while ago His casual was far convincing than mine.With a forefinger he pulled open the small metal box to reveal four fuses that looked as if they hadnt been changed since Edison was a child The box itself was rusted out in the back, victim of some age old roof leak The conduits surrounding it were rotten and peeled back, revealing frayed tendrils of green and black corroded wire The four fuses were covered in a thick coat of dust and were surrounded by sockets, which held a strange patina of white and green crystals They looked like two sets of angry eyes embedded in the wall, just waiting to unleash 220 volts into anything that came close.He placed a hand on the uneven surface of the plaster where he had taken most of the wall apart and leaned all his weight against it His other hand brushed back the crow black hair, smattered with touches of silver, in an arch over his shoulder and down the small of his back One in four, I like the odds.Did she say anything about calling me No Hey He bristled with mock indignation and gestured to the fuse box I have a situation here.I tried to be helpful Theyve got little windows in them so you can see which one is blown He lowered his head and squinted into the box.It is not that I do not trust your home improvement skills, even though I know you do not have any He carefully wiped the dust from the surface of the four fuses They are all black.Do you have any extras Of course not He held up the roll of pennies that had been hidden in his front shirt pocket I have these He smiled the coyote smile, the one that had made offensive linemen part their hair in the middle, NVA officers sweat between their shoulder blades, and otherwise intelligent women occupy bar stools in his immediate vicinity Henry was the dog that wouldnt stay on the porch.I watched with great apprehension as his fingers began twisting one of the rusted fuses from its corroded green outlet The muscles on his forearm writhed like snakes rolling under sun baked earth To my knowledge, Henry had never lifted a weight in his life, but he still carried with him the tone of the warrior and was betrayed only by a very small amount of baggage at the middle As the applied pressure began to take its toll, the glass knob turned and the remainder of the building went black Damn.Hoots and laughter came from the darkness as we stood there trying to see each other I dont think that was it I listened to him sigh and replace the fuse, and the lights from the beer coolers once again lit up the far room There was a smattering of applause from the patrons.She did not say anything about calling you He was still staring into the metal box, his odds having improved dramatically.So, whatd she have to say Nothing much We talked about you.What about me Throughout the entire conversation, he studied the fuse box with the half smile that told me he didnt take either the electrical crisis or my familial life all that seriously Cady and Henry had a symbiotic, avuncular relationship that had led her into a quasi bohemian lifestyle She was professionally adept at billiards and darts, had majored in Native American Studies at Berkeley, his almost alma mater, had continued on to law school at the University of Washington, and was now an attorney in Philadelphia When together, they spent the majority of their time whispering to each other, pointing toward me, and giggling The thought of the two of them conspiring at long distance was enough to worry me but, with Rubys involvement, something was definitely up.Deciding on the fuse diagonally opposite the first, Henry reached in and boldly twisted The red neon horses that had stampeded across the parked vehicles outside flickered off to cheers from the peanut gallery From his lack of response, I wasnt sure if Henry had noticed The pony .Damn.He screwed the fuse back in The neon roan paused and then leapt across the hood of the Bullet The flurries were letting up the bad weather had decided to whistle on down the Bozeman trail to the rail heads The bar held a kind of conspiratorial coziness what with the subdued light of the beer coolers filtering through the cracks in the dividing wall The soft murmur of small talk provided a buffer against the landscape that was now scrubbed with snowflakes.So, what about me He tapped one of the remaining fuses accusingly with an index finger She is worried that you are still depressed.About what He looked at me, decided better of it, and looked back at the fuse box I pushed off the wall and stepped carefully over the nail laden boards that covered the floor I need another beer.You know where they are I started to turn, but he caught me by tapping on one of the last two fuses The suspense is killing you, right I made a quick face, placed the empty beer bottle on the edge of the pool table, and bent over to pick up one of the boards I spread my feet in a good, open stance and held the bark covered board on my shoulder with both hands This got a look You are going to knock me loose from this if I get electrocuted I shrugged Its what friends are for Besides, I want to see if anybody in this county has worse luck than me.Not yet He twisted the next to last fuse and, to our amazement, absolutely nothing happened We both looked for any absence of light, strained to listen for any lack of humming from the assorted coolers, heaters, and fans Henry looked to the ceiling in deep concentration.Well, at least I didnt have to hit you with the board.Yes, but now we have to do the penny part He nudged one of the coins from the paper roll and held it up for me to view.Where do you get this we shit, Kemosabe Have you not ever done this before I lowered my board, careful to avoid the nails No We had reached the conceptual stage of the project, so Henry joined me in leaning against the pool table Have you He crossed his arms and considered the single lowest common denominator of legal tender.No, but I have heard that you can.From who Old people like you.Im less than a year older than you.He shrugged and read the inscription, IN GOD WE TRUST I was going to use a buffalo head nickel, but it has to be copper to conduct, that much I know.I dropped my board with a clatter Well, all I know about this stuff is enough to be scared shitless of it Is there any reason why this has to be done tonight He made a face I mean your beer coolers are running, the heats on, even the horse out front is working .Pony.Whatever.He sighed and looked around the bar Only if somebody wants to play pool.I nudged him with my shoulder Is your life worth a game of pool He thought for a moment.Seems like it has been He placed the penny on his cocked thumbnail Heads we go for it, tails we go sit in the dark with everybody else I nodded, and he flipped the coin to me, whereupon I promptly dropped it in the pile of boards We looked at each other.I didnt know I was supposed to catch it He peeled another penny from the paper roll.Do not worry, I have got forty nine You ought to be able to catch one of them He flipped the second penny, and I snatched it from midair and slapped it on the back of my other hand I left my palm covering the penny for a few moments, building my own little tension.Is the suspense killing you Not really, next we flip to see who puts the penny in the fuse I uncovered the coin and thanked the God we trust it was tails.Cmon, Ill buy you a Coke. I ambled along behind Henry as we joined the others at the bar itself The walls were covered with the works of different artists who had received residencies with the Foundation It was a mixed lot, but each piece reminded me of the individual who had occupied the adjacent barstool, and artists are always good for conversation, so long as you want to talk about their art.The small group was clustered in the bars corner, only slightly illuminated by the dim glow of available light There were a couple of stray hunters, still dressed in their camouflage and optical orange vests evidently the deer were wearing blue this year I could make out Buck Morris, one of the local cowboys who took care of the Foundations nominal cattle herd He was easy to spot because of his hat a weather worn Resistol that some oil executive had offered to buy for 250 General opinion was that Buck had missed the boat The young man next to him wore a frayed jean jacket and had strong Cheyenne features He mustve been from out of county, because I didnt know him.Next was Roger Russell, an electrician out of Powder Junction in the southern part of the county who had come up here to expand his business Turk said that he was kind of the black sheep of the family and that he had little bastards scattered all up and down the Basin Powder River, letr buck, a mile wide and an inch deep I wondered mildly why Henry and I had just been gambling with our lives while an expert nursed a C and C in the next room.Sitting next to him was probably the reason why Roger happened to be here Vonnie Hayes was old school Wyoming her grandfather had had a spread of thirty thousand acres of good land Vonnie and I had kind of known each other when we were children but, after her father had committed suicide, she was sent to boarding school and her art life had taken her east for a number of years, where she had become an accomplished sculptress Much later, she returned to take care of her aging mother Vonnie and Martha had worked together on the library board and a number of other community projects in the county, and my daughter had worked for Vonnie as a housekeeper one summer After Martha died, Cady tried to fix us up, an endeavor that Vonnie and I both viewed with equal parts humor and open handed flirtation Even in the dim light I could make out Vonnies features, strong, with a lupine slant to the eyes, sandy hair pulled back in a casual bun.I leaned against the bar beside her, bumping into Roger and giving him my substantial rear Jeez, Rog I looked around in the darkness Dont you know weve got an electrical emergency on our hands here He carefully placed his drink back and nudged it with his fingers I am retired.Henry appeared on the other side of the bar, slid a Rainier to me, and leaned into Roger What about this penny thing Roger looked at him, attempting to gather himself for an answer As he did, I looked over to Vonnie Boy, the things you find in the dark.She took a sip of her chenin blanc Henry kept a special bottle of the white wine in the cooler for her I had always wanted to ask her for a sip but had never gotten up the nerve Her eyes glowed softly, and the corner of her lips curved into a warm, sad smile Hello, Walter.Undaunted by conversing with drunks, Henry continued Those old fuses, the big ones, you put pennies in them to get them to work Roger laughed Yes you can, and you can also fuse every bit of the substandard wiring in this shit hole and burn us all up alive I kind of leaned Roger against the bar, stabilizing the listing that had begun as he spoke, and pulled a loose stool from the far side, placing it and myself, between Roger and Vonnie.Vonnie Her eyes had a way of opening a little wider when you spoke to her, then closing a little like they were capturing what you were saying and holding on to it I was starting to remember why I had had a crush on her and continued You see this heathen, devil red man across the bar here Her eyes glanced at Henry for a moment, then returned to mine He and Cady are plotting some sort of intrigue against me.Her eyes widened again, and she returned her gaze to Henry Is that true, Bear It irritated me that every woman I knew was on a cuddly first name basis with the man.Henry nodded toward me White man full of shit.We were on a Technicolor roll now I was Randolph Scott to his I dont know, one of those bigger than life Indians that either got beat up or killed by the end of the third reel Its true, hes government trained to be involved in these kinds of covert operations I pointed to the framed boxes on the wall behind the bar that contained a burnt map of North and South Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia On this map were Henrys Special Forces pin, Purple Heart, Army Distinguished Service Cross, Vietnamese Cross of Gallantry, and assorted campaign medals There were also black and white photographs of Henry with his infantry platoon leaders, and one with his friend and team member Lo Chi, whom he had brought back and relocated in Los Angeles There was even a picture of Henry and me, wearing the two ugliest Hawaiian shirts in Saigon, on a three day leave in 1968 You see all that stuff on the wall He was trained in the war to be the gravest irritation to all those around him There is no way a common soldier, such as myself, could possibly compete with a hand picked, combat hardened pain in the ass like him Few people knew the shadowy history of the Special Operations Group that had operated out of Laos, but the numbers said it all For every American Special Forces soldier that was lost, the North Vietnamese lost between 100 and 150 troops The Bear had been a part of one of the most effective killing machines on either side of the war.Henrys face pushed up and curved to the side as the weight of his head held steady in the palm of his supporting hand Common soldier The closest he came to any real fighting was when he agreed to meet me for a three day in Saigon Under his breath he continued, but Im pretty sure I was the only one that heard it, Except for Tet .I left Henry to leverage Roger into doing some free electrical consulting work and turned my attention back to Vonnie She was staring into the glass eyes of one of the mounted antelope behind the bar Pretty animals Her eyes remained steady on the pronghorn Do you think they feel pain like we do Nope.She turned to look at me, seemingly irritated Really Really.She stayed with me for a second, and then, fading into disappointment, glanced at her wine glass So, you dont think they feel pain.No, I said I dont think they feel pain like us.Oh The smile slowly returned For a minute there I thought you had become a jerk.No, a blacksmiths son.She continued to smile and then nodded You used to come out to our place with your father Lloyd.I watched her Nobody remembers his name.I think my mother had a little crush on him.Just another Longmire, plying his wiles When I was real little, I used to make the shoeing rounds with him It looked painful to me, so I asked him.What did he say Pop used to speak in biblical terms, but what he said was that the brutes of the field dont feel pain like humans That thats the price we pay for thinking.She took another sip of her wine Comforting to know that were the species that feels the most pain.I half closed an eye and looked at her for a second Is that East Coast sarcasm Im hearing No, thats East Coast self pity.Oh I was getting in way over my head I can do the bull about as well as it can be done, but that edgy buzz talk makes me weary in a heartbeat I try and keep up, but after a while I start to drag.She placed a hand on mine, and I think it was the hottest hand I had ever felt Walter, are you all right It always started like this, a touch and a kind word I used to feel heat behind my eyes and a shortness of breath, but now I just feel the emptiness The fuses of desire are blown black windows, and Im gone with no pennies to save me Oh, you mean you really want to talk Her eyes were so sad, so honest Yeah, I figured since we didnt have anything else to do.So I leaned in and told her the truth I just Im just numb most of the time.She blinked Me too.I felt like one of those guys in the movies, there in the foxhole asking how much ammo your buddys got I got two clips, how bout you I know the things Im supposed to do, but I just dont seem to have the energy I mean, Ive been thinking about turning over my pillow for three weeks.I know She looked away Hows Cady Here I was floating in the white capped Pacific of self pity, and Vonnie threw me a lifeline to keep me from embarrassing myself Three fingers, bartender Shes great I looked at Vonnie to see if she was really interested She was Shes doing so well in Philadelphia.She always has been special.Yes, she is We sat there for a moment, allowing the crackle and roar of my parental self satisfaction to fade into the soft glow of friendly conversation Her hand was still on my arm when the phone rang.Looks like shes tracked you down The hand went away.I watched as Henry allowed it to ring the second time, his tele signature, then snatched it from the cradle It is another beautiful evening here at the Red Pony bar and continual soire, how can I help you His face pulled up on one side as if the receiver had just smacked him Yes, he is here He stretched the cord across the expanse of the bar and handed me the phone His eyes stayed on mine.I nudged it between my chin and shoulder with one hand, took a sip of beer with the other, and swallowed Hello, Sugar Blossom .Hello, shithead, the voice on the other end said Its not a dead sheep.I stood there, letting the world shift at quarter points and then got a bearing and dropped my voice Whatve we got Every eye in the bar was on me.Vics voice held an edge that I had never heard before, approaching an excitement under the grave suppression of businesslike boredom Male, Caucasian, approximately twenty one years of age one entry wound characteristic of, maybe, a.30 06.I started to rub my eyes, noticed that my hand was shaking, and put it in my pocket All right call the Store and tell them to send the Little Lady.There was a brief pause, and I listened to the static from a radio on 137 patched through to a landline in Durant You dont want any Cashiers No, just the Bag Boys Ive got a highly dependable staff.She laughed Wait till you get out here These fucking sheep have been marching around on everything I think the little bastards actually ate some of his clothes And they shit on him.Great Past the Hudson Bridge you got your lights on Yep She paused for a moment, and I listened to the static Walt I had started to hang up the phone Yeah You better bring some beer to quiet Bob and Billy down.This was a first You bet I started to hang up again.Walt Yep Its Cody Pritchard.2Theres nothing like a dead body to make you feel, well, removed I guess the big city boys, cataloguing forty or fifty homicides a year, get used to it, but I never have Ive been around enough wildlife and stock that its pretty commonplace, the mechanics of death Theres a religion worthy of this right of passage, of taking that final step from being a vertical creature to a horizontal one Yesterday you were just some nobody, today youre the honored dead with bread bags rubber banded over your hands I secure whats left of my dwindling humanity with the false confidence of the living, the deceitful wit of the eight foot tall and bulletproof Yea, verily, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will live forever If I dont, I sure as hell wont become an unattended death in the state of Wyoming with sheep shit all over me.We had pretty much done our work, secured the area, lit it up, and finished taking pictures Theres a kind of cocksure attitude that overtakes a man in the presence of the dearly departed, a youre dead and Im not kind of perspective Theres something about a carcass of an animal like oneself, the post shuffled, mortal coil that brings out the worst in me, and I start thinking that Im funny.Ive been thinking about a search and rescue sheep squad I picked some of the dried shit from my pants and flicked it from my fingernails The way I figure it, the sheep would work up a damn storm and never raise any hell about working conditions Might even get rid of some of this leafy spurge I looked around at the frosted milky yellow plants that had been half eaten by the baahing attending witnesses we had corralled at the base of the hill I had been here for nine hours, and the sun was beginning to scatter the gray blocks that made up the eastern horizon The crime scene was a slight depression at the middle of a wreath shaped ridge What do you think T.J raised an eyebrow from her clipboard Cody Allen Pritchard She returned the eyebrow to the hunting license and wallet that were clipped to the official forms DOB, 8 1 81 Kind of has a ring to it.Cody had looked better Whoever had dispatched the young man had done so with a smooth and consistent pull off as center shot From the back, it looked as though someone had drilled a perfectly round hole between Codys shoulder blades from the front, it looked as though someone had driven a stagecoach through him The body was lying facedown, all the limbs arranged in a normal fashion, arms at the sides with palms turned to the lemon colored sky I was tempted to see if Codys lifeline was abnormally short, but his hands had already been bagged A green John Deere hat with an adjustable strap in the back had been carted off with the unfired Model 94 Winchester 30 30 that had been found at his side His clothes were in bad shape, even for a person who had had than ten ccs of lead pushed through him at approximately twenty five hundred feet per second The sheep had done a number on him The orange vest was torn where they had tried to eat it, the sleeves of his flannel shirt were shredded, and even his work boots looked as though they had been nibbled on They had slept on him, gleaning the last energies of the late Cody Pritchard as his body cooled Finally, much to the dissatisfaction of the crime lab people, they had shit on him.I gestured to the sheep down the hill Im assuming that youre going to want to question all the witnesses.T.J Sherwin had been the director of the Division of Criminal Investigations lab unit for seventeen odd years I had always called her the Little Lady, as opposed to many of the other nicknames that periodically circulated through Wyomings law enforcement community Bitch on Wheels, the Wicked Witch of the West, and Bag Lady The last referred to the Division of Criminal Investigations home away from home, a converted grocery in Cheyenne, commonly tagged as the Store Hence, DCI lab personnel were routinely called Bag Boys, and criminal investigators were Cashiers.When I first met T.J., she had informed me that I was just the kind of dinosaur she was going to make a personal career of eradicating As the years passed and we worked numerous cases together, I remained a dinosaur, but I was her favorite dinosaur So, what do you think She had finally lowered the clipboard.He doesnt look like a deer I gave Cody another study.Walt, lets drop the aw shucks bullshit This is one of the boys that was involved in that rape case two years ago T.J had held my hand through the Little Bird rape investigation, introducing me to the world of secretors, medical swabs, and gynecological exams.Yeah, well, Ill follow up on the home front he wasnt any angel Well go through the licensees, and, hopefully, find some poor, dumb bastard from Minnesota that got a little trigger happy.You dont think it was an accident I thought about it Like I said, he wasnt an altar boy.You have a feeling about this I started to give her the old Colonel Mustard in the library with the candlestick routine, but thought better of it No, I dont. When we got back, the Bag Boys had already zipped Cody up and loaded him onto a gurney some of the others were still processing evidence into freezer bags One of the boys was dropping a tattered eagle feather into a plastic envelope He looked up as we approached Looks like everything out heres been making a meal of this poor guy.T.J turned to me Walt, are you going to be the primary on this one Do you mean am I going to be riding in one of those Conestoga wagons of yours for five hours down to Cheyenne Yes.No I pointed to the group of vehicles where Vic was busy putting away the photography equipment At the bottom of this hill, you will find my somewhat agitated, but highly skilled, primary investigator.T.J smiled She liked Vic She have any cases pending Well, shes been hanging Christmas lights in town, but I figure we can let her go for a few days.Its not even Thanksgiving.Its a city council thing.We followed the body down to where the rest of our little task force had congregated Someone had brought a number of Thermoses full of hot coffee and a few boxes of donuts I got a cup of coffee I dont eat donuts I spotted Jim Ferguson, one of my deputies and head of Search and Rescue, across the bed of the truck and asked him if they had turned anything up on their walk around His mouth was full of cream filled, but the gist was no I told him I was going to replace his staff with the sheep.We did a three hundred yard perimeter, but the light wasnt so good Well do another soon as everybody gets a donut and some coffee You think this guy left brass I hope.I took my coffee and moved over to where T.J and Vic were seated on a tailgate They were looking at some of the evidence hopefully, they were discussing something I could understand.Single shot, center, didnt get too much of the sternum Vic held a bag up to the rising sun and looked at the metal fragment inside Fuck, I dont know T.J patted the spot beside her with the palm of her hand, and I sat Vic continued, It looks like a slug Im thinking 12 gauge or something just a little bigger.Bazooka She lowered the bag, and her eyes met mine Youre getting rid of me I nodded my head Yep.Why Because youre a big pain in the butt.Fuck you.And you talk dirty.She handed the bagged bullet to T.J Youre going to be stuck up here with Turk.Yeah, well, maybe well get the Christmas lights put up together Vic snorted and readjusted her gun belt Besides, youve forgotten about this space age stuff than Ill ever know You can relay information back to me The tarnished gold stared at me, unblinking Youll only be down there for two days It will take us that long to round up all the usual suspects I was the old dog who had learned his fill of new tricks, and it was only logical that I work the county and the people.She poked me in the belly Her finger remained in one of my fat rolls, and she poked each word for emphasis, If Search and Rescue dont find anything, you gonna call Omar Thats another reason for you to leave, you dont like Omar.She poked me again You be careful, all right This all sounded very strange coming from Vics mouth, but I took it as affection and punched her on the shoulder Im always She knocked my hand away.I mean it She didnt have kind eyes, they rarely looked away, and they always told the truth I could use eyes like that Ive got a funny feeling about all of this.I gazed back up to the patch of sage and scrub weed and watched the sun free itself from the red hills Yeah, well you got five hours to talk to T.J about this womans intuition thing The next poke hurt. I hung around the scene until Search and Rescue had finished their second sweep I sat in the Bullet and filled out the reports Ferg strolled up with a cup of coffee and another cream filled Anything Fortunately, I caught him between bites.Nothing We got a lot of sheep shit and tracks.Any suspicious sheep tracks Nope, no suspicious sheep shit, either Its like the Denver stock yards up there.I thought about how you could kill a victim only once, but how a crime scene could die a thousand deaths I hoped that whatever useful information could be deducted from this patch of Gods little acre was traveling safely in plastic bags toward Cheyenne Motives are all fine and good, but if we could find out the how, wed have a shootings match chance of finding out the who I had the niggling feeling I was going to have to call Omar. On the drive over to the Pritchards place I thought about the last time I had seen Cody alive He was a heavyset kid, built like a linebacker, curly blond hair and pale blue eyes He had his mothers looks, his fathers temper, and nobodys brains I had pulled him out on three occasions, the last being the rape case Cody had endeared himself to the local Native American community by being quoted in the Sheridan paper as saying, Yeah, she was a retard redskin, but she was asking for it.The Pritchards had a place on the outskirts of Durant and, by the time I got there, there must have been eight or nine cars and trucks in the drive Word carries fast in open spaces As I cut off the engine, the full impact of what I was going to have to do hit me like a Burlington Northern How do you tell parents that their child is dead Sure, theyd heard it through the grapevine, but I was the official word I allowed myself a long sigh.There were field swallows swooping near the Bullet I was probably disturbing their family, too Seemed to be my day for it It had been longer than twenty four hours since sleep Its easy to work all night because the sun doesnt come up, but when it does, my eyes start to sting and the rest of me gets a little shaky Ive always been this way I was focusing my eyes when I heard the screen door slam and saw John Pritchard walking down the drive I never cared too much for John he was one of those guys who always had to be in control The conversation wasnt as bad as it could have been The pertinent information from him was that Cody had left the house twenty seven hours ago with an extra doe license The pertinent information from me was that he wasnt coming home. I did the best I could, drove the seven miles back to my place, and sat on the porchwell, the front doorwaybut not for very long, because it was cold I had the presence of mind to fall into the house instead of out of it I drifted in and out of consciousness until the phone rang, and the answering machine my daughter made me buy picked up Youve reached the Longmire residence No one is available to answer your call right now, cause were out chasing bad guys or trying on white hats If you leave a message after the tone, well get back to you as quickly as we can Happy trails She had taken a great deal of joy in recording the message printed in the instructions, with a few minor alterations I smiled every time I heard it.Its Pancake Day The voice resonated through the lines from fourteen miles away Jim Ferguson was not only head of Search and Rescue and my longest standing part time deputy, but he was also the man in charge of driving around Durant once a year at dawn in the fire departments truck, proclaiming through a bullhorn, Its Pancake Day, Pancake Day There are only three major vote getting days in Absaroka County, and I cant remember the other two Oh God, no Its Pancake Day I thought about shooting myself I could see the headline SHERIFF SHOOTS SELF, UNABLE TO FACE PANCAKES.Its Pancake Day Ferg really enjoyed his work Ive been trying to get a hold of you for the last hour, just thought somebody ought to call and remind you But if you really are gonna retire next year, then who gives a shit I stumbled to the phone beside the recliner Is it really today If Im lyin Im dyin There was a pause Hey, Walt, if you want, I can just tell em we were up all night Ferg was slightly in the Turk camp for future sheriff, but I had other plans If Vic was going to be the first female sheriff in Wyoming, I only had a year to pull in all my political markers I could last an hour of Pancake Day with the Elks, the Eagles, the Lions, the Jaycees, the Daughters of the American Revolution, and, of course, the AARPs.Ill be there in a half hour.Remember, its at the Catholic church this year.You bet I plugged in the coffeemaker and dumped enough coffee for eight cups into the filter with only enough water for four I took a shower while it was perking The plumbing was somewhat makeshift, but the water that came from above went away below It went away below through a bathtub that Henry had found for me for twenty dollars Somebody on the Rez had used it for target practice with a.22 but had only chipped the porcelain Then there was the shower curtain I dont know what the exact physical dynamics are that cause a shower curtain to attach itself to your body when you turn on the water but, since my shower was surrounded on all sides by curtains, I turned on the water and became a vinyl, vacuum sealed sheriff burrito. I slid behind the wheel of the Bullet and started driving the fourteen miles to town Durant is situated along the Bighorn Mountains and, because there is abundant fish and game, its become the retiree capitol of Wyoming In Absaroka County, to ignore the octogenarian vote is to pump gas at the Sinclair station for a living Service jobs are about all there are in Durant, somewhat stunting the younger generation and forcing the majority out by age nineteen but the retirees keep coming from Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, and Iowa, with the odd Texan and Californian thrown in for spice They come looking for the romance of the west that they had paid shiny quarters to view on Saturday afternoons in flickering black and white They waited half a century of stamping out automobile bumpers to get their western dream they paid for it and, by God, they were going to have it Most ended up picking up and moving out, headed for Florida, Arizona, or wherever the weather was easier I liked the ones who stayed Youd see them out after the blizzards, shoveling away, and waving at the Bullet like it was the circus come to town Hell, Id stop and talk to them Sheriffs have to get elected in Wyoming, so we have to be liked I imagine that, if you had to elect the average police force, the turnover rate would spin your Rolodex.When I first started out, it was the part of the job that I enjoyed the least, courting the public But as time wore on, it got to be the part that I enjoyed the most Martha was right when she said that I needed a bumper sticker that said BORN TO BULLSHIT The debates were the best part In 81, old Sheriff Connally planned a peaceful takeover He ran against me so no one else could and had lofted softballs to me so that I felt like Harmon Killabrew by the time the debate was over I was elected Lucian retired and was now living the high life in room 32 at the Durant Home for Assisted Living I still went over on Tuesday nights to play chess, and he still kicked my ass, to his unending delight. I looked at the inch of snow that dappled the sagebrush It looked like a Morse code of white dots and dashes leading down the road If I could read the message, would it tell me the story I wanted to hear The truth still stood that I was a sheriff who had survived by the cult of personality, and that, if the trend were to continue, my heir apparent would not be elected Was I just trying to force Vic down the throats of the county because I could No, she was the best person for the job and that was the reason I was going to have to keep pushing Pancake Day, Pancake Day.I idled down into second gear at the corner of Main and Big Horn and looked down the street to see Turks Trans Am parked at the office Just seeing his car made my ass hurt I didnt feel like facing him on an empty stomach I hoped he would have already contacted Lavanda Running Horse over at Game and Fish for any information we could get about last nights incident I circled quickly around the courthouse to avoid being seen and made a beeline for the Catholic church The place was mobbed, and there was no parking I wheeled the Bullet onto the concrete pad beside the HVAC unit and cut the engine I figured the Pope wasnt coming today.Well, if it isnt the long arm of the law It was an old joke, but one I didnt mind Longmire, pull up a chair and sit yourself down Steve Brandt was the mayor of Durant and the de facto president of the Business Associates Committee, a loosely affiliated group of warring tribes that made up the commercial facet of the downtown He also owned the screen printing place on Main and had done the T shirts for the annual Sheriffs Department vs. Fire Department softball game, but the less said about this the better Next to him was David Fielding of the Sportshop, Elaine Gearey who had the Art Gallery, Joe of Joe Benhams Hardware and Lumber, Dan Crawford from the IGA, and Ruby.We in the West have a major new talent on our hands The Denver Post A winning piece of work, and a convincing feel to the whole package The Washington Post Craig Johnson does it right, with style, grace, wildfire pace, and a sense of humor Bob ShacochisPraise for Craig Johnson and the Walt Longmire Mystery Series It s the sceneryand the big guy standing in front of the scenerythat keeps us coming back to Craig Johnson s lean and leathery mysteries The New York Times Book Review Johnson s hero only gets betterboth at solving cases and at hooking readerswith age Publishers Weekly Like the greatest crime novelists, Johnson is a student of human nature Walt Longmire is strong but fallible, a man whose devil may care stoicism masks a heightened sensitivity to the horrors he s witnessed Los Angeles Times Johnson s trademarks are great characters, witty banter, serious sleuthing, and a love of Wyoming bigger than a stack of derelict cars The Boston Globe The characters talk straight from the hip and the Wyoming landscape is its own kind of eloquence The New York Times Walt Longmire is an easy man to like Johnson evokes the rugged landscape with reverential prose, lending a heady atmosphere to his story The Philadelphia Inquirer Stepping into Walt s world is like slipping on a favorite pair of slippers, and it s where those slippers lead that provides a thrill Johnson pens a series that should become a must read, so curl up, get comfortable, and enjoy the ride The Denver Post Johnson s pacing is tight and his dialogue snaps Entertainment Weekly The Cold Dish A Longmire Mystery Craig Johnson THE COLD DISH is just another instance of the book being better than TV show Walt has a sense humor in He also great deal respect for Native American spirituality Craig The Dish With lifelong friend Henry Standing Bear, Deputy Victoria Morretti, and cast characters tragic humorous enough to fill vast emptiness high plains, attempts see that revenge, dish best served cold, never at all by PenguinRandomHouse About Introducing Wyoming s Sheriff this riveting novel from New York Times bestselling author Dry Bones, first mystery series, basis Netflix original series LONGMIRE new novel, Western Star, will be available Viking Fall Fans Ace Atkins, Nevada Barr Robert B Parker love Quotes Goodreads showing figured reason Cheyenne had always ridden Appaloosas into battle was because time men got there, they were so angry with horses ready kill everything THE Kirkus Reviews Revenge killings disrupt serenity small western community greatly complicate life sheriff nearing retirement Kent Haruf readers feel immediately comfortable newcomer Absaroka County Mysteries, There powerful, voice coming out West his name In debut brings landscape, its people, wonderful character the cold eBay Find deals on eBay Shop confidence Summary Study Guide BookRags which Walter must investigate two possible revenge murders Two four boys guilty raping young girl are murdered figure one many suspects wanted them dead motive obviously since gotten Buy Microsoft Store Get Store compare products latest customer 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