Messenger: A Walt Longmire Story Page 6
She’d been even a little more volatile as of late, and I wasn’t quite sure what that was about.
I allowed my eyes to drift across the freshly mowed east lawn of Meadowlark Elementary when I noticed that somebody was swinging on the playground, his body hurtling into the freshening air, each effort accompanied by the clanking of the chains that supported the swing. He was facing in the other direction, but I could see that he was skinny, startlingly blond—and missing his pants.
