Driving to work on the ranch roads early in the
morning I came upon a conspicuous dark pattern (nearly a puddle) in the center
of the road. I stopped before driving
over the spot and climbed out of the truck to investigate.
Blood.
Nothing nearby.
No crumpled beast. No fur. Not a single sign of struggle.
Just blood.
I wandered a wide circle around the dark patch on
the road seeking clues, as my pickup
tinged and ticked, idling away in
the silent dawn of a new day.
Grass pasture.
Alfalfa. Stars just now fading
above. Light seeping in like fog from
the east.
Nothing unusual.
Nothing but that hideous patch of blood.
--Mitchell
Hegman
Worthy of Sherlock Holmes' attention. Either him or Sylvia Platt's?
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