A Serpent's Tooth
A Longmire Mystery
(Sprache: Englisch)
It s the scenery and the big guy standing in front of the scenery that keeps us coming back to Craig Johnson s lean and leathery mysteries.
The New York Times Book Review
The ninth Longmire book from the New York Times bestselling...
The New York Times Book Review
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It s the scenery and the big guy standing in front of the scenery that keeps us coming back to Craig Johnson s lean and leathery mysteries. The New York Times Book Review
The ninth Longmire book from the New York Times bestselling author of Land of Wolves
It s homecoming for the Durant Dogies when Cord Lynear, a Mormon lost boy forced off his compound for rebellious behavior, shows up in Absaroka County. Without much guidance, divine or otherwise, Sheriff Walt Longmire, Victoria Moretti, and Henry Standing Bear search for the boy s mother and find themselves on a high-plains scavenger hunt that ends at the barbed-wire doorstep of an interstate polygamy group. Run by four-hundred-pound Roy Lynear, Cord s father, the group is frighteningly well armed and very good at keeping secrets.
Walt s got Cord locked up for his own good, but the Absaroka County jailhouse is getting crowded since the arrival of the boy s self-appointed bodyguard, a dangerously spry old man who claims to be blessed by Joseph Smith himself. As Walt, Vic, and Henry butt heads with the Lynears, they hear whispers of Big Oil and the CIA and fear they might be dealing with a lot more than they bargained for.
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1 I stared at the black-and-orange corsage on Barbara Thomas s lapel so that I wouldn t have to look at anything else.
I don t like funerals, and a while ago I just stopped going to them. I think the ceremony is a form of denial, and when my wife died and my daughter, Cady, informed me that she was unaware of any instance where going to somebody s funeral ever brought them back, I just about gave it up.
Mrs. Thomas had been the homecoming queen when Truman made sure that the buck stopped with him, which explained the somewhat garish ornament pinned on her prim and proper beige suit. Next week was the big game between the Durant Dogies and their archrival, the Worland Warriors, and the whole town was black-and-orange crazy.
The only thing worse than going to the funeral of someone you knew is going to the funeral of a person you didn t; you get to stand there and be told about somebody you had never met, and all I ever feel is that I missed my chance.
I had missed my chance with Dulcie Meriwether, who had been one of Durant s fine and upstanding women after all, I m the sheriff of Absaroka County, so the fine and upstanding often live and pass beyond my notice. On a fine October afternoon I leaned against the railing leading to the First Methodist Church, not so much to praise Dulcie Meriwether or to bury her but rather to talk about angels.
I reached out and straightened Barbara Thomas s corsage.
One of the jobs of an elected official in Wyoming is to understand one s constituency and listen to people help them with their problems even if they re bat-shit crazy. I was listening to Barbara tell me about the angels who were currently assisting her with home repair, which I took as proof that she had passed the entrance exam to that particular belfry.
... mehr
I glanced at Mike Thomas, who had asked me to bushwhack his aunt on this early high plains afternoon. He wanted me to talk to her and figured the only way he could arrange running into me was by having me stand outside the church and wait for the two of them as they departed for a late lunch after the service.
I was trying not to look at the other person leaning on the railing with me, my undersheriff, Victoria Moretti, who, although she was trying to work off a hangover from too much revelry at the Basque Festival bacchanal the night before, had decided to take advantage of my being in town on a Sunday. The only person left to look at was Barbara, eighty-two years old, platinum hair coiffed to perfection, and, evidently, mad as a hatter.
So, when did the angels pitch in and start working around your place, Mrs. Thomas?
Call me Barbara, Walter. She nodded her head earnestly, as if she didn t want us to think she was crazy.
As Vic would say, Good luck with that.
About two weeks ago I made a little list and suddenly the railing on the front porch was fixed. She leveled a malevolent glance at the well-dressed cowboy in the navy blazer and tie to my left, her youngest nephew. It s difficult to get things done around home since Michael lives so far away.
As near as I could remember, Mike s sculpture studio was right at the edge of town, and I knew he lived only two miles east, but that was between the two of them. I adjusted the collar of my flannel shirt, enjoying the fact that I wasn t in uniform today, figuring it was going to be the extent of my daily pleasure. So, the angels came and fixed the railing?
Yes.
Anything else?
She nodded again, enthusiastically. Lots of things they unclogged my gutters, rehung the screen door on the back porch, and fixed the roof on the pump house.
Vic sighed. Jesus, you wanna send
I glanced at Mike Thomas, who had asked me to bushwhack his aunt on this early high plains afternoon. He wanted me to talk to her and figured the only way he could arrange running into me was by having me stand outside the church and wait for the two of them as they departed for a late lunch after the service.
I was trying not to look at the other person leaning on the railing with me, my undersheriff, Victoria Moretti, who, although she was trying to work off a hangover from too much revelry at the Basque Festival bacchanal the night before, had decided to take advantage of my being in town on a Sunday. The only person left to look at was Barbara, eighty-two years old, platinum hair coiffed to perfection, and, evidently, mad as a hatter.
So, when did the angels pitch in and start working around your place, Mrs. Thomas?
Call me Barbara, Walter. She nodded her head earnestly, as if she didn t want us to think she was crazy.
As Vic would say, Good luck with that.
About two weeks ago I made a little list and suddenly the railing on the front porch was fixed. She leveled a malevolent glance at the well-dressed cowboy in the navy blazer and tie to my left, her youngest nephew. It s difficult to get things done around home since Michael lives so far away.
As near as I could remember, Mike s sculpture studio was right at the edge of town, and I knew he lived only two miles east, but that was between the two of them. I adjusted the collar of my flannel shirt, enjoying the fact that I wasn t in uniform today, figuring it was going to be the extent of my daily pleasure. So, the angels came and fixed the railing?
Yes.
Anything else?
She nodded again, enthusiastically. Lots of things they unclogged my gutters, rehung the screen door on the back porch, and fixed the roof on the pump house.
Vic sighed. Jesus, you wanna send
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Autoren-Porträt von Craig Johnson
Craig Johnson is the New York Times bestselling author of the Longmire mysteries, the basis for the hit Netflix original series Longmire. He is the recipient of the Western Writers of America Spur Award for fiction, the Mountains and Plains Booksellers Award for fiction, the Nouvel Observateur Prix du Roman Noir, and the Prix SNCF du Polar. His novella Spirit of Steamboat was the first One Book Wyoming selection. He lives in Ucross, Wyoming, population twenty-five.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Craig Johnson
- 2014, 368 Seiten, Maße: 12,9 x 19,7 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 014312546X
- ISBN-13: 9780143125464
- Erscheinungsdatum: 21.05.2014
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Suspense propels the brisk plot, complemented by a sly sense of humor and a breathtaking look at Wyoming. Publishers Weekly (Starred)"Authentic....The story moves at a brisk pace, with room for some good-natured humor and plenty of gorgeous Wyoming scenery." CNN.com
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