stood up and looked out from the veranda. "Who would go off and leave a fine layout like this?"

"Good question," I said. "We're hoping that little girl may be able to cut the deck a bit deeper. I think I'll take a turn around the place."

"I'll go with you," Charley said. We walked toward the bunkhouse and cook shack that stood about three hundred feet from the big house. As we drew closer to the bunkhouse, we both stopped short of the porch. Sticking out of the doorway was a boot, and above the boot, a man's faded denim pant leg. We took a few steps closer, and that was when we noticed the smell. And the blowflies.

"God Almighty, but that is a stench to shun," Charley said. I pulled out my kerchief and covered my mouth and...

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