The so far horseless western show moves from Absaroka County, Wyoming to the asphalt jungle of Philadelphia in this third Walt Longmire book. Actually, it's kind of a funny story that the first wild horse ride of the series will take place on the Eastern Seaboard. The sheriff is coming to meet his daughter's fiance and is accompanied on the trip by his old friend Henry Standing Bear, with his vintage muscle car and his art collection of old Reservation photos. Things go pear shaped rather fast, and Walt finds himself mixed in a big city criminal investigation dealing with crooked lawyers, drug dealers and corrupt officers. The problems are compounded and given a sense of urgency by the personal danger involving Cady (not a spoiler, it happens in the first chapter).
I thought I would miss the wide, windy landscapes of the Big Horn Mountains and the rest of the cast that remained in Absaroka County, but the transition was surprisingly smooth to the big city environment. Craig Johnson has a real knack for introducing new faces and making me care about them. The Moretti clan features quite prominently in this book: The Father, the Son and The Holly Terror, all called Victor / Vic / Victoria. Not surprisingly, the Terror is our old acquaintance , Deputy Vic Moretti, she of the colourful language and explosive temper. Her mother Lena proves to be quite appealing in her own way, independent minded but vulnerable. I had quite a good laugh watching supposedly tough guy Walt Longmire being played like a fiddle by these two ladies.
I would say the plot in Kindness Goes Unpunished is the best so far in the series, with a Die Hard flavor : shootouts, mean streets, humor, romance, family ties, danger, car chases. I won't go into details, but buddy team Walt and Henry reminded me of several other 80's action movies : smart, fast, tongue-in-cheek, reliably good guys.
A constant feature of the series is the presence of guns: sidearms, service arms, antique weapons, specialized shotguns. This might turn off some gun control advocates ( I consider myself in this camp, too), but mr. Johnson somehow hit the right notes in pointing out the fact that they are tools, sometimes necesary, but not evil by themselves. Another constant in the series is the supernatural element ( there were always Indians in my dreams confesses Walt at one moment), a feature also in the Philadelphia story, but more subdued than in the first two novels.
I will definitely follow up on the series. Until then, I will close with one particular passage describing sheriff Walt outlook on the role of police:
Hope is what it always comes down to, whether it's a trailer home on the other side of the tracks in Durant, Wyoming or a tiny row house in the Wild West of Philadelphia. [...] Far beyond the badges and the guns, hope and laughter were their most powerful weapons.