Death on the High Lonesome by Frank Hayes (English) Paperback Book

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Virgil knows that his sleepy hometown is starting to reflect the times, in good ways and bad. It still comes as a shock when his deputy is almost killed by the body of a woman falling from the highway overpass onto his car. A woman who had been fleeing for her life.

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Virgil knows that his sleepy hometown is starting to reflect the times, in good ways and bad. It still comes as a shock when his deputy is almost killed by the body of a woman falling from the highway overpass onto his car. A woman who had been fleeing for her life . . .Virgil knows that his sleepy hometown is starting to reflect the times, in good ways and bad. It still comes as a shock when his deputy is almost killed by the body of a woman falling from the highway overpass onto his car. A woman who had been fleeing for her life . . .Then longtime resident Velma Thompson is found dead on her porch-her husband missing. To search for the man, Virgil saddles up and heads to the High Lonesome, the rugged mountains above their ranch. And on a wind-swept mesa, he'll find the first clues that point to a killer whose body count has only just begun . . .Praise forDeath at the Black Bull- 'Move over, Walt Longmire. There's a new sheriff in town. Virgil Dalton is the kind of character that comes along maybe once a decade-a classic Western hero and so much more. When you're done with Frank Hayes' stellar debut,Death at the Black Bull, you'll smell the sagebrush in the air and have to clean the dust off your boots. An absolute must-read for fans of Craig Johnson and Tony Hillerman.' Reed Farrel Coleman, Shamus Award-winning author ofThe Hollow Girl'This is one of the most impressive debut crime novels I've ever read. There's such depth and humanity in the characters, such tension in the story itself, and the sense of place is as good as it gets. I know I'll be reading every book in this series!' Steve Hamilton, Edgar Award-winning author ofLet It Burn'Virgil Dalton takes no prisoners in Hayes's satisfying debut novel, and fans of Craig Johnson's Walt Longmire will cheer the sheriff's desire to protect his town. With its strong sense of place, this series launch will also keep fans of Western mysteries enthralled.'Library Journal'Hayes's strong debut introduces a complex and likable lawman . . . readers will want to see a lot more of Virgil and friends.'Publishers Weekly'Hayes is a skillful storyteller and a deft hand at witty dialogue.' Booklist

Author Biography

Frank Hayes is a high school teacher who has started a new career as a novelist. He lives and writes in New York's mid-Hudson River Valley. He is the author of the first Sheriff Virgil Dalton Mystery, Death at the Black Bull.

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Praise for Death at the Black Bull:"Move over, Walt Longmire. There's a new sheriff in town. Virgil Dalton is the kind of character that comes along maybe once a decade—a classic Western hero and so much more. When you're done with Frank Hayes' stellar debut, Death at the Black Bull, you'll smell the sagebrush in the air and have to clean the dust off your boots. An absolute must-read for fans of Craig Johnson and Tony Hillerman."—Reed Farrel Coleman, Shamus Award–winning author of The Hollow Girl"This is one of the most impressive debut crime novels I've ever read. There's such depth and humanity in the characters, such tension in the story itself, and the sense of place is as good as it gets. I know I'll be reading every book in this series!"—Steve Hamilton, Edgar Award–winning author of Let It Burn"Virgil Dalton takes no prisoners in Hayes's satisfying debut novel, and fans of Craig Johnson's Walt Longmire will cheer the sheriff's desire to protect his town. With its strong sense of place, this series launch will also keep fans of Western mysteries enthralled."—Library Journal"Hayes's strong debut introduces a complex and likable lawman…readers will want to see a lot more of Virgil and friends."—Publishers Weekly"Hayes is a skillful storyteller and a deft hand at witty dialogue."—Booklist

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Virgil knows that his sleepy hometown is starting to reflect the times, in good ways and bad. It still comes as a shock when his deputy is almost killed by the body of a woman falling from the highway overpass onto his car. A woman who had been fleeing for her life . . .

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Praise for Death at the Black Bull : "Move over, Walt Longmire. There's a new sheriff in town. Virgil Dalton is the kind of character that comes along maybe once a decade-a classic Western hero and so much more. When you're done with Frank Hayes' stellar debut, Death at the Black Bull , you'll smell the sagebrush in the air and have to clean the dust off your boots. An absolute must-read for fans of Craig Johnson and Tony Hillerman."-Reed Farrel Coleman, Shamus Awardwinning author of The Hollow Girl "This is one of the most impressive debut crime novels I've ever read. There's such depth and humanity in the characters, such tension in the story itself, and the sense of place is as good as it gets. I know I'll be reading every book in this series!"-Steve Hamilton, Edgar Awardwinning author of Let It Burn "Virgil Dalton takes no prisoners in Hayes's satisfying debut novel, and fans of Craig Johnson's Walt Longmire will cheer the sheriff's desire to protect his town. With its strong sense of place, this series launch will also keep fans of Western mysteries enthralled."- Library Journal "Hayes's strong debut introduces a complex and likable lawman…readers will want to see a lot more of Virgil and friends."- Publishers Weekly "Hayes is a skillful storyteller and a deft hand at witty dialogue."-Booklist

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Virgil knows that his sleepy hometown is starting to reflect the times, in good ways and bad. It still comes as a shock when his deputy is almost killed by the body of a woman falling from the highway overpass onto his car. A woman who had been fleeing for her life . . .

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Acknowledgments Praise for Death at the Black Bull Berkley Prime Crime titles by Frank Hayes Title Page Copyright Dedication Acknowledgments Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 1 Jimmy Tillman hardly ever went on the interstate. As a deputy sheriff from the town and county of Hayward, it was out of his jurisdiction. It was under state authority, patrolled by state police. However, during nightly patrols, he would pass under it. This night was no exception. He had already done so twice. The nearest interchange was down near Redbud, almost twenty miles away. The law enforcement for that part of the county was covered by Dave Brand and Alex Rankin, who staffed the substation there. Dave was Rosita''s husband. She was the glue that kept the sheriff''s office in Hayward together. There was talk of adding another interchange, closer to Hayward, if the town kept up its slow but steady growth. Jimmy had time to think about all of this as he made his nightly rounds. He thought, too, about the unspoken change in his status as recognized by the town council in approving his 24/7 use of the patrol car. He knew this was in no small way due to Virgil Dalton, sheriff, the closest thing to a father Jimmy ever had. When he was younger, long before he actually reached the rank of deputy, he had often fantasized about Virgil actually being his father. That had lasted until his real father had turned up again, staying around just long enough to give Jimmy a sister, Abby, twelve years younger. Shortly thereafter his mother said Jimmy''s father heard the sound of the outward bound. He left in the middle of the night like a bad dream. They''d had no word of him ever since. It was a little after two in the a.m. when Jimmy pulled into the parking lot in back of the sheriff''s office. There had been some talk recently about paving the lot, but at present it was as it had always been. Once a year, usually in the spring, some Item 4 mixed with some half-inch stone was dumped and spread, so that by now clumps of weed had managed to get a foothold. There was even a small cactus growing by the door. Dif was snoozing at the desk by the radio, but sat up quickly when the door slammed in back of Jimmy. Dif had been a deputy under Virgil''s father, Sam Dalton. Now semiretired, he was a part-timer. "Sorry," Jimmy said. "No, jist gotta get some java. You didn''t call in. Guess I kinda dozed off." "There was nothing to report. Dark and quiet out there. Summer''s done, kids are back in school. Guess they won''t get crazy till that first home game." "Yeah, football frenzy." Dif poured two coffees and was carrying them to the small yard-sale table that sat against the far wall when Jimmy came out of the bathroom. "There''s a couple of doughnuts if you want to grab that box on the desk," he said. "No. Just think I''ll have my sandwich and a yogurt later when I take a break." "Eating healthy these days." "Trying to. Don''t get much exercise in the cruiser." "Yeah. Back in the day we made our rounds on foot. Course we could throw a rock from one end of town to the other. Only went out of town when we actually got a call. Coupla times a week Sam would do the perimeter on horseback. Think he liked it better than the patrol car. Me, never liked horses. They didn''t like me, either. Still got a half-moon scar on my ass from that piebald Sam used to ride. Virgil''s jist like Sam. He jist fits a horse." Jimmy, his mouth filled with sandwich, nodded at different points in Dif''s narrative. He was really happy that the town council went along with keeping Dif on part-time. Whenever Dif worked, Jimmy always made it a point to stop back at the office to eat and listen to Dif''s stories. He especially liked when Dif talked about the personal stuff. He had seen Virgil many times on horseback, but now he could see Sam Dalton astride, making his rounds. There was something mythic about it, introducing Jimmy to a life, a time, and a place he could only know from the mouths of people who had been around long before he came on the scene. Jimmy didn''t realize it, but he had become a student of history. "Guess I''d better get back on my horse," Jimmy said as he took a last swallow from his cup. He started to pick up his leavings. "Let it go, Jimmy. I''ll clean up--got plenty of time. You like all those horses under the hood, don''t you?" Jimmy smiled. "Your first car, got all the bells and whistles and the town pays for it. My first car was a ''56 Bel Air Chevy, turquoise and white, best car I ever owned. Bought it secondhand of course. Drove that car everywhere. Across creeks during spring runoff, out in the desert, even took Edna on our honeymoon in it. Stayed in one of those cabins outside of Kingman up in the Hualapai. We jist about wore each other out--almost didn''t make it to the Grand Canyon. Yeah, had some good times with that car. Then, after I put near two hundred thousand miles on it, I sold it for almost as much as I paid for it to a college kid who wanted to restore it. Turns out it was a classic. Hell, that car is probably still driving around West Texas somewhere." When Dif paused, Jimmy grabbed his Stetson off the table. He knew he didn''t have time for another reverie. "Well, duty calls, Dif. Gotta get back out there and look for some criminals." He opened the door. As he stepped through, he heard Dif''s last words. "Take care, Jimmy. Them lawbreakers ain''t got a chance with you on the job." It was still black as pitch when Jimmy left for his last go-round. No moon, just dark. He thought about what Dif had said about only patrolling the town back when. Times had changed. It was not unusual for him to ring up over two hundred miles on the odometer. This night he decided to make his last run east of town, then north along the saddleback, the high ground on the other side of the interstate, then under the interstate for the last time, and home. He passed by the Black Bull. It was closed, no cars in the lot. He still got a hit of adrenaline when he thought about Buddy Hinton and what had happened to him there. Then he passed the grain silos by the railroad tracks, crossed over the tracks, went by a couple of houses, all but one unlit, and turned north. When he got up on the saddleback high over the interstate he turned west. He knew even if he could see, there wasn''t much to see. The land up here was rough desert interspersed with stands of pi

Details ISBN0425274306 Author Frank Hayes Short Title DEATH ON THE HIGH LONESOME Language English ISBN-10 0425274306 ISBN-13 9780425274309 Media Book Format Paperback Pages 304 DEWEY 813.6 Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Audience Age 18 Series Number 2 Series A Sheriff Virgil Dalton Mystery Year 2015 Publication Date 2015-10-06 US Release Date 2015-10-06 UK Release Date 2015-10-06 Narrator Tom Judd Illustrator Francis Portela Translator Brian Boyd Birth 1939 Affiliation Associate Professor of Psychiatry, Bipolar Clinic and Reseach Program, Massachusetts General Hospital Position Associate Professor of Psychiatry Qualifications Ph.D. Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Audience General NZ Release Date 2016-03-31 AU Release Date 2016-03-31 We've got this

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