It was a cold silent late Saturday afternoon, as we climbed our way to a high ridge over looking the strong yet treacherous valley. Joe stood quietly gazing through the horizon…. (No, not this again!)
It was a cold, dark and eerie evening as I laid back on the large four post bed hidden away in a back bedroom in a silent, yet spooky, old cabin.
This is my response to some comments made on the Sanchez and Miller Cattle mutilation cases.