An Obvious Fact (Walt Longmire #12)

by Craig Johnson

“What time is the race tomorrow?” “Eight.” “In the morning?” He drank from his beer. “I’m not through throwing up by then.”

I nodded and watched as the Cheyenne Nation backed up against the starting log and looked at that hill the way I’m sure his ancestors had studied the Seventh Cavalry.

“So, this isn’t just some met-him-in-a-bar-and-took-him-home-and-clean-his-plugs-and-blow-out-his-lines kind of thing.”

“Got a call about a half hour ago from Mrs. Hirsch, who lives across the way here. She’s got an irritable bladder condition and happened to see a large man walking on the roof of this building and another large man entering through the front door.” “Here I thought we were being real stealthy.” “Hard to sneak by an irritable bladder.” “I’m going to have that needlepointed and put on my office wall.”

I reached up and flipped the toggle switch. “I don’t think that’s it.” I looked at the dash again. “How about I just stick the thing in and see what lights up?” “Always been my method of operation.”

“I think he’s stupid enough to open a wholesale stupid store and sell franchises.”