Most popular entertainment runs full speed ahead—no time to breath or think. Often commotion is created simply to distract from the fact that all the balls have been thrown in the air but no one is actually juggling—there is no art. In a Longmire novel, the world has a slower pace. Like the landscape he inhabits, there is time for quiet introspection—the reader resets their pulse to the pace of the Longmire’s world. When the pace does quicken, you feel it. It is natural and organic to the story. It is not commotion for the sake of motion. This was not quite as true as usual with Craig Johnson's Longmire novel ANY OTHER NAME. I still enjoyed the read but there was a false note that bothered me throughout the story. Longmire’s daughter is about to deliver his first grandchild on the other side of the country and everyone wants him to be there. While this is human and intended to add urgency to the story, this point is driven far into the ground. Longmire's life is in danger on several occasions making the demands of his daughter feel irritating and even irrational. Despite this, ANY OTHER NAME is still quite enjoyable. There are fantastic set pieces of action (including a gripping segment with a coal train being loaded and an old west saloon style shootout with a twist) as well as plenty of vintage Longmire dialogue and cleverly hewn characters. A favorite of mine, Longmire's old boss Lucian Connally, gets more than his usual page time here as Longmire investigates the apparent suicide of an old friend who may be connected to the disappearance of several women. A worthy entry, but just a notch below some of the other Longmire books.