First Frost (Walt Longmire, #20)

by Craig Johnson

I’d taken the frontage road, but I think I might’ve accidentally taken a few other turns, and now here we were in what might be the middle of nowhere—and when a guy from Wyoming refers to a place as the middle of nowhere that truly means the epicenter of nowhere.

“You want to know the difference between a Wyoming state secret and common knowledge?” “Common knowledge is harder to come by?” “You got it.”