A crop duster, Brian Cutter, saw a flatbed truck parked alongside his airstrip. ‘Now, who the heck might that be?’ he wondered. As Brian landed his Grumman Ag Cat, he saw his wife running from their pickup truck. He taxied the cropduster off the strip and stopped near the small hangar. Cutter shut the engine down and got out to find his wife nearly hysterical.
“Martha, what’s the matter? What has you so upset? he asked.
Pointing toward the flatbed, she cried out, “There’s a dead man in that truck!”
Brian left his wife and ran over to the truck. He jumped up onto the running board and looked into the cab. A man lay slumped over the steering wheel, a hole in the side of his head. Brian’s war experience told him that the other side of the man’s head would be a mess.
Brian stepped down, pu
