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Dry Bones (Walt Longmire, #11) Dry Bones by Craig Johnson
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“Makes you feel better when you shoot people . . . You ought to try it sometime.”
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“You will stand and see the good, but you will also stand and see the bad—the dead shall rise and the blind will see.”
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“That family thing, it never lets up, huh? I mean, here I am two thousand miles from mine. I know I act like it’s not really important to me, but . . .” She sighed. “The ties that bind.” She studied my face, and there was a spark of triumph. “I finally came up with one you don’t know?” She drained the dregs of her coffee. “Bruce Springsteen.” “Actually, it’s a hymn from 1872 by John Fawcett, ‘Blest Be the Tie That Binds.’” “Fuck.”
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“Dinosaurs walked the face of the earth for approximately 165 million years, whereas we have been here for only two hundred thousand. To put that in context, if the dinosaurs had been here a week, we would have been here for only the last two minutes. And yet for all their longevity, they were gone, and no one really seemed to know why.”
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“appreciate that both of you uphold the eight core values of Integrity, Courage, Discipline, Loyalty, Diligence, Humility, Optimism, and Conviction that are integral to the success of the agency and a hallmark of the Wyoming Highway Patrol.”
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“I glanced at the Bear, who shook his head. “As much as it pains me to say, you are the better horseman.”
I shook my head. “It’s an Appaloosa. Isn’t that the horse the Cheyenne traditionally rode into battle?”
“It was, because by the time you ride an Appaloosa some distance, you are ready to kill anything.”
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“Wonder. There is wonder in you, along with a little impatience. You are standing outside of yourself, looking at yourself, conscious of a rhythm within yourself, several rhythms, and the sound of drums from far away.”
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“There was a ruffling in the grass as the wind picked up, and Bambino sidestepped to the right and shook his head, rolling his eyes back to me. I countered: “You know, my grandfather had a horse with a nervous disposition, and whenever he acted up he’d reach out and slap the living daylights out of the back of his head.” We rode along, and I looked down, longing for Dog’s companionship, but having realized that the presence of a strange animal might give Bambino more of a motivation to misbehave, I had left him in the truck—besides, Lucian was using him as a pillow. “Good thing we live in more enlightened times, huh?” Bambino made no comment.”
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“Lucian spoke. “Isaac, I gotta get out of here.” He gestured toward me. “The current sheriff and full-time layabout and his redskin sidekick need my help.”
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“Deal.” I reached down and put my empty cup on the porch railing. “Speaking of deals, do you know about the one your father had with the Cheyenne Conservancy?” “Yeah, I know about it. I think he was just feeling guilty about making it off the Rez and being a success. He carried big medicine for the tribe and, as I said, was getting more and more traditional as he got older. He was getting so stiff, he probably would’ve ended up standing in front of a cigar store.” He glanced around, his eyes lingering on the clouds building up on the mountains as if trying to push them east.”
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“Feeling he’d captured the throng, Trost decided to get literary. “Salus populi suprema lex esto.” She looked at me. “What the fuck was that?” “Cicero—the welfare of the people is the ultimate law.” Vic studied the telejournalists, all of them looking a little perplexed. “Think they’ll subtitle him?”
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“Maybe that's what happens when you invest so much of yourself in something: whether it is a person or a place, your soul is loath to leave it. I looked for Danny's outline on those hills and thought maybe his ghost or spirit was still here, looking over the place that had been his. Maybe you stayed until you realized it wasn't yours anymore and then you went on your way.”
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“The best reason I can think of for having children is that it is a marvelous excuse for taking naps.” I”
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