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By Bill Pronzini

ISBN-10: 0802733018

ISBN-13: 9780802733016

The writer of Blue Lonesome, a brand new York occasions booklet assessment striking booklet, has created one other gorgeous novel of suspense. Set in a small, remoted city in Northern California, A wilderness of Strangers is a fast moving, memorable tale concerning the arrival of a stranger--and the homicide of a pretty, lonely girl.

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Him. " "Mmm. " Out came the tongue to slick her lips. The tip of it stayed out at one corner. I knew that gesture and the sultry expression that went with it; I'd seen them aimed at a dozen different men in the past three years. Never at me, however. The gesture and expression I knew well, but the moist lips and tongue themselves I didn't know at all and never would. Kent the deprived. "I'll bet he's hung like a horse," I said. " I applied more salve. " "Why not? " Eyes on the fresh meat again.

Thanks," I said. " He nodded. He was quite a bit bigger than Dick, I saw now—massive, like a professional football lineman. A stranger. And not dressed for the weather: light windbreaker and no hat or hand coverings. I could feel the cold even though I was bundled up in sweater, pea jacket, gloves, and William Sixkiller's old wool cap. "Nice boat," he said. " "Sorry. " "I've been watching your lights," he said. " "I had the lake to myself. " "Not often. " "No. " He was silent for a little time.

Mainly Pomos— big surprise, right? Some Lake Miwok and Lileek Wappo. At one time, a hundred years ago, there were fifteen thousand Native Americans in Pomo County. Now ... " I smiled. " "Southeastern Pomo—Elem. Not quite pureblood. One of my ancestors got seduced by a white man, but they still let me sit on the tribal council. " He didn't react to the name, as some whites do. Or make any attempt to come forward and shake hands; his were tucked into the pockets of his windbreaker. He just nodded.

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