My duty cell buzzed just as I finished helping Cole get the last big water bucket filled and placed for Beth’s steer, Hunter. I stepped just out of range of the half-crazed steers and the younger calves to take it. I wasn’t on duty, but my phone wouldn’t be ringing if it wasn’t important.
“Sheriff Crane.”
“Sheriff it’s Leon in the county morgue.”
“What can I do for you today?” While I was asking that question my dad brushed by me and started checking the kids tie off work on the steers. It wouldn’t do for one to get loose.
“We completed the autopsy of JD Roberts yesterday and released the body to be claimed by the next of kin.”
“His sister Gloria?”
“Well, that’s who we called. She set an appointment to come and claim him yesterday afternoon, but she never showed. Now she’s not taking
