he was well-liked. he was well loved. he was smart. he was fun. i had the most senseless, empty feeling. this is how it ends? why would somebody do it? now what? white hat, wide-open smile, a handsome young veterinarian in big sky country. he loved helping animals. he asked me out that night. i was excited. and then, they found him dead on the floor. two shots went off and then the third shot into his chest. three gunshots that launched a long-running mystery. i think the perpetrator stood there and watched him die. there were so many different leads and rumors. i felt like if it wasn t for me it never would ve happened. jealousy, rage, revenge? could anyone solve it? look at what it has done to our family. it was hard. i wanted justice. sang aromodest dwelling in the grass. operator: emergency. there was a broad swath of prairie where the scattle outnumbered the people and they said summer breeze saying around a modest dwelling in the grass. they
i think the perpetrator stood there and watched him die. there were so many different leads and rumors. i felt like it wasn t for me, it never would have happened. jealousy, rage, revenge. it was your classic whodunit? could anyone solve it? look at what it s done to our family. it was hard. i wanted justice for my brother. there was a broad swath of prairie where the cattle outnumbered the people and a sad summer breeze sang around a modest dwelling in the grass. emergency. this is marlene protsman in geraldine. they called it the bunkhouse, though it was really just an old single-wide trailer. the veterinarian shot himself. my husband just went down to check to see if he was going to pasture. a nondescript little place out on the montana prairie. a bit worn around the edges. do you know where he shot himself? he doesn t know. is he still alive? there s blood everywhere. the sort of place a young vet could live cheap while he built his
zone he later implied that roberto had messed with the drug cartel. but maybe the truth lay with the farms owners. a wealthy clan known for harvesting rice and resentment. i wish that there weren t so much hate and anger in our family. one family seemingly held a grudge against the victim. he always had something mean to say, he hated him. another whodunnit for investigators. who chases the police? but who is hiding the darkest of secrets? i got chills going through the back of my neck, this is not happening right. now a blank sheet of paper hiding a diabolical clue. i felt monies and started screaming. screaming. an eden in the american west. a wide, flat, earthen cornucopia whose bounty there is a need in the american west. a wide and flat cornucopia whose belly fills millions. whose farms employ millions and enriched with the profits they passed along down. a father decision, generation to generation. they live modestly here in california central vall
the third shot into his chest. three gunshots that launched a mystery, who killed the veterinarian? i think the perpetrator stood there and watched him die. there were so many different leads and rumors. i felt like if it wasn t for me, it never would have happened. jealousy, rage? revenge? it was your classic who done it? could anyone solve it? look at what it s done to our family. it was hard. i wanted justice for my brother. there was a broad swath of prairie where the cattle outnumbered the people and the sad summer breeze sang around a modest dwelling in the grass. emergency. this is marlene protsman in geraldine. reporter: they called it the bunkhouse, though it was really just an old single-wide trailer. the veterinarian shot himself. my husband just went down to check to see if he was going to pasture. reporter: a nondescript little place out on the montana prairie. a bit worn around the edges. do you know where he shot himself? h