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I was married for a quarter century and I've got a lawyer for a daughter, so I knew how to deal with these situations: Stay close to the bone, nothing but the facts, ma'am. I crossed my arms, leaned on her railing, and listened to it squeal as the sheet metal screws tried to pull loose from the doublewide's aluminum skin. “You want this job?”

“No.” She looked past me toward the highway. She didn't have any shoes on, and her toes were clutching the threadbare carpet like cat's claws in an attempt to keep her from spinning off into the ether. She was a little below average height and weight, olive complexion, with short black hair that kind of stood up in pure indignity. She'd been crying, and her eyes were the color of tarnished gold, and the only thing I could think of doing was to open the screen door and hold her. I had had a lot of problems of my own of late, and I figured we could both just stand there and cry for a while.

I looked down at my brown rough-outs and watched the dirt glide across the porch in underlining streaks. “Nice wind we've been having.” She didn't say a word. “Hey, you want my job?”

She laughed. “Maybe.”

I am reading the first novel featuring Longmire by Craig Johnson and am surprised at the difference in the appearance of some of these characters.

The series has http://kateesackhoff.com/ as Deputy Vic Moretti. http://www.aetv.com/longmire/cast/katee-sackhoff The above excerpt is from Craig Johnson's book The Cold Dish http://www.craigallenjohnson.com/.