CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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he three black SUV’s stopped at the driveway. Lewis was the first one out of the vehicle.
“The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want,” said Lewis.
He shined his flashlight at the gate, then at the sheep milling around the gate and in the pasture. He opened the gate and started walking.
“We have already checked here,” said Sandra Clark.
“When?” asked Marsha.
“Sunday, the day after she was taken. You went to Cheyenne to interview the Iranian.”
“You sure this is the same place?”
“Positive,” said Clark.
Lewis shined his flashlight on the pasture.
“He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.”
He kept walking up the driveway and stopped and sniffed the air. Then he walked in the direction of the smell. He stopped at the edge of the water.
“He leadeth me beside the
