Trophy Hunt

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to Joe and whined to be let out. That Maxine, Joe thought. She liked everybody.
    Joe told his dog to stay and got out. Missy met him near the front of his pickup. She was obviously distressed.
    “The horse Tuff was riding showed up around three in the morning,” she began, dispensing with greetings. “Bud looked outside and saw the horse near the corrals, with its saddle hanging upside down. He thought Tuff must have fallen off in the mountains, so he got in his truck and went to look for him. Bud came back down a couple of hours later and said he found Tuff’s body up there.”
    Missy gestured vaguely toward the mountains. The sun had risen enough that a yellow strip banded the snow-dusted tops of the peaks.
    “Did Bud say the body had been mutilated?”
    Missy paused and her eyes widened almost grotesquely. “ Yes! He said it was awful.”
    “Is Bud up there now?”
    “Yes, he took the sheriff up there to the scene.”
    Joe nodded.
    “What does this all mean?” Missy asked.
    Joe was thinking the same thing. First moose, then cattle, now possibly a man.
    “I’m not sure,” he said. “If what Bud says is true then we really have a problem on our hands.”
    “No, not that,” Missy shook her head. “I meant in terms of Bud. We’re working on plans for the wedding, and I don’t want him to be distracted.”
    Joe looked at her and fought an urge to ask, Are you really Marybeth’s mother?
    Instead, he stepped back from her as if she were radioactive.
    “How far is the body?” he asked.
    W ith one exception, the scene was eerily similiar to the scene on the Hawkins Ranch. Just below an aspen grove and before the slope darkened with heavy pine, the two Sheriff’s Department vehicles were there again, as well as a ranch pickup, no doubt driven by Bud Longbrake. The addition to the group was the lone four-wheel-drive ambulance from the Twelve Sleep County Hospital.
    As he approached in his pickup, he could see a small crowd of men bending over something in knee-high sagebrush. Bud Longbrake, in a gray, wide-brimmed Stetson, looked up and waved to Joe. Barnum straightened up and glowered. Deputy McLanahan and two EMTs made up the rest of the group. One of the EMTs, a squat bruiser with a whisp of tawny facial hair, looked pale and distressed. While Joe pulled up next to the Longbrake truck and swung out, he saw the EMT turn quickly and retch into the brush behind him. The other EMT walked over to his colleague and led him away by the arm, apparently for some air.
    “Joe,” Longbrake said.
    “Bud.”
    “Missy call you?”
    “Yup.”
    “She all right?”
    Joe paused for a beat. “Fine,” he said.
    Barnum snorted and exchanged glances with McLanahan.
    “What do we have?” Joe asked, stepping through the sagebrush. The ground was spongy and soft, except for the football-sized fists of granite that punched through it on the slope.
    When he saw what the men were standing over, Joe stopped abruptly. Although he had seen hundreds of harvested game animals as well as the moose and cattle, he was not prepared for what was left of Tuff Montegue. The body lay on its back, legs askew. One arm was thrown out away from the body, as if caught making a sweeping gesture. For a moment, Joe thought that the other arm was missing, but then he realized it was actually broken and pinned beneath the trunk. Tuff was disemboweled; his blue-gray entrails blooming out of a foot-long hole in his abdomen like some kind of sea plant in the corral. His Wranglers had been pulled down to mid-thigh—Tuff had bone-white skin—and his genitals had been cut out, leaving a maroon-and-black oval. Huge chunks of clothing and flesh had been ripped from Tuff’s thighs.
    Tuff’s face was gone. It had been removed from his jawbone to his high forehead. All that was left were obscenely grinning teeth, wide-open eyes the size of Ping-Pong balls, a shiny, white wishbone protrusion where his nose had been, and a mass of drying blood and muscle.

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