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“There’s nothing, boss. No shell casings. No footprints. And with the animal hidden away, it’s not like they’ll get anything from the horse’s mouth.” He chuckled at his own joke. “Nothing to connect the event to any of us.”
Councilman Worthington rubbed his forehead. He had never known such stubborn landowners. Every year they were threatened by the falling cost of beef, the rising cost of raising cattle, disease and accidents, tree-huggers, drought, blizzards, and other tragedies out of their control in an effort to wring a living from the land, yet they clung to their way of life. Were the roles reversed, he would have listed the property after the first few threats. Why spend days and dollars when the fruit of one’s labor isn’t guaranteed? There were too many variables in ranching
