Everything to do with women is foolish, and, therefore, absolutely essential.
This novel picks up a couple of weeks after The Cold Dish, with Walt still trying to get his head on straight -- and it's not going to well. The major impetus for him now is the impending arrival of his daughter, Cady, for a visit over the holidays. There was enough of a gap between the time I read the first two installments in this series that I missed a lot of the ties that connected the two. I appreciated a lot of the little nuances this time through the novel that I'd missed the first time.
Otherwise, I pretty much agree with what I said before:
The atmosphere of the book, the relationships between Vic, the Ferg, Henry, Cady and Walt are effortless, they feel like coworkers and friends. So even when the bodies start to pile up, the external pressures mount, and answers are in short supply, there's an ease to things that make the book more entertaining than it could've been. Even as Sheriff, Walt still comes across as deferential and secondary to his former boss Lucian Connally (though he doesn't hesitate to put his foot down when necessary).
When Lucian tells Walt in no uncertain terms that a death in the retirement home he lives in is not from natural causes, he has to investigate. Even if he's not entirely convinced. It's not too much of a spoiler to say that Lucian's right -- otherwise, we wouldn't have a novel to read. Which takes Walt on a journey through the murky history of both one of Walt's oldest friends and the area he calls home -- this time with a different minority group as the focus (though the Rez and its inhabitants are always lurking around in the background).
There's a new romantic interest in these pages -- as well as a couple of new deputies for Absaroka County (the particular skill set of one of these is a bit too deus ex machina-y for my tastes, but he's so likable, who cares?). Throw in the kind of snow storm you can only get in rural Wyoming (or areas like it) and some brushes with Indian spirituality, and you get a distinctive kind of mystery novel, making the adventures of Walt Longmire and his cohorts the kind of story you can get nowhere else. It won't take me as long to come back to this series next time.
Guidall took awhile to grow on me in the first book -- but now he's just what Walt sounds like (I imagine when I read a Longmire book the voice in my head will be some sort of blend between Guidall and Robert Taylor). I thought he did a great job all around.
This novel took the foundation that Johnson laid and started building on it so that it could become the series we all love. I'm glad I got a chance to revisit it, and recommend those that haven't tried it yet to come on down to Absaroka County.