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“This doesn’t make any damn sense,” Matt mumbled as he whisked off his hat and pushed his fingers through his hair.
A few of the cowboys were working to drive the cattle through the gate to the acres of pasture. The rest were standing guard around the crime scene in the hopes that the forensics team would discover something left behind to explain what they had found. Plastic overalls covered the three lab workers from Durango. They seemed unaffected by the noise and smell of the herd, probably because the odor of decomposing flesh overrode that of cow pies.
Pictures were taken, samples of the soil were collected, and an area constituting a thirty-foot radius around the body was inspected for what the overall-wearing technicians called ‘trace’. Sam had her cell phone pressed to her ear
