“Any way to figure out who started it, Gage?”
“Not that I can see right now,” Gage kicked at a bit of gravel that had found its way onto the porch. “Any idea who’d want to do this to you, Trick?”
“Hell no, Gage! Damn it all, they could have killed a couple dozen horses and who knows how many of my men trying to save them! As it is, we’ve got three hands that needed first aid and animals with bruised legs, a cut or two, and one with a singed tail and a small burn on her rump. Who in their right mind would do such a thing?” Trick was now pacing back and forth on the porch that ran the length of the front of the house. Frustration all but poured off of him.
“I don’t know, Trick. I don’t know,” the Sheriff shook his head as he watched the younger man pace. “I’ll do my best to get to the bottom of this, but I have to tell you, it’s not likely we’ll ever figure it out unless we catch the son-of-a-bitch setting another fire.” God, he hated to admit defeat, but arson like this one where there was nothing to go on…well, the odds were against him. But he’d damned well try! It was at times like this when he wished he could afford a real arson investigator. Thank God, they just didn’t get enough arson fires to warrant one. Most were caused by a strike of dry lightening which could be seen and heard, thus negating the need for an investigation by a pro.
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