First Frost (Walt Longmire, #20)

by Craig Johnson

“People and stuff.”

“Stuff gets you into people, people get you into stuff.”

if the enemy is in range—so are you.”

“Draft beer, not people.”

there was this woman who used to cross the US-Mexico border every day on a motorcycle.” I blipped the throttle. “The border patrol guys knew she was smuggling something but couldn’t figure out what; dogs couldn’t sniff anything, metal detectors were useless, and even taking the motorcycles apart didn’t help. After a few years the head guard was getting ready to retire, saw the old lady one last time, and told her he had to know what she was smuggling, promising not to do anything to her. The old lady asked him if he was serious, and he said yes—what are you smuggling?” I blipped the throttle one last time. “Motorcycles, she said.”

“Do you know what law is, Mr. Longmire?” “A set of rules enforced to regulate behavior—the art of justice.”