Flagstaff, Arizona has wonderful
agricultural areas, which is what brought Dana Kurtz here from his
family business in Manhattan. He wanted to do something different.
This morning, sunrise found Dana standing, staring, at what found.
In his hands were a humerus bone and
the fore arm and hand of a person. Both appeared to have been torn
violently from the victim and, somehow, dropped in the middle of his
pasture. He stood there, staring at the grizzly find. His skin
blanched white and mouth open.
He recognized the ring on the middle
finger of the bloodied hand.
“Oh, shit.”
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