He is just laying on the ground. Reporter the loving father of three, the Farms Heart and soul killed in a ball of fire. They are saying it was an accident. Our ascension was it was a Pipe Bomb. Someone claimed the dead man had reaped what he had sown. He had messed with a Drug Cartel. But maybe the truth lay with the owners. I wished there werent so much Hate And Anger in our family. One Family Member seemingly held a grudge against the victim. He always had something mean to say. Reporter another came gunning for investigators. Who chases the police . Who was hiding the darkest of secrets . A Blank Sheet of paper with a diabolical clue. I fell to my knees and started screaming. There is an eden in the american west. A wide flat earthen cornucopia whose bounty daily fills the bellies of millions. Whose fathers and mothers employ Lee Legions of worker. Deeply conservative. Selfreliant. Tough enough to thrive in a dangerous business that takes cuts and brains in central california. Too
Resentment. I wish that there werent so much hate and anger in our family. One Family Member seemingly held a grudge against the victim. Hes always the one that had something mean to say. He was always the one that hated him. Another came gunning for investigators. Who chases the police . But who was hiding the darkest of secrets . Got chills going up the back of my neck. This is not happening right now. A blank sheet of paper hiding a diabolical clue. I fell to my knees and started screaming. Im lester holt and this is dateline. Here is Keith Morrison with family business. There is an eden in the american west. A cornucopia whose bounty daily fills the bellies of millions. Great farms employ legions of workers and enriched with their profits, families pass the land down father to son, generation after generation. They live modestly here in californias central valley. Multimillionaires in crop dusters and battered pickup trucks, deeply conservative, selfreliant, tough enough to thrive
Known for harvesting rice and resentment. I wish that there werent so much hate and anger in our family. One Family Member seemingly held a grudge against the victim. Hes always the one that had something mean to say. He was always the one that hated him. Another came gunning for investigators. Who chases the police . But who was hiding the darkest of secrets . Got chills going up the back of my neck. This is not happening right now. A blank sheet of paper hiding a diabolical clue. I fell to my knees and started screaming. Im lester holt and this is dateline. Here is Keith Morrison with family business. There is an eden in the american west. A cornucopia whose bounty daily fills the bellies of millions. Great farms employ legions of workers and enriched with their profits, families pass the land down father to son, generation after generation. They live modestly here in californias central valley. Multimillionaires in crop dusters and battered pickup trucks, deeply conservative, selfre
Known for harvesting rice and resentment. I wish that there werent so much hate and anger in our family. One Family Member seemingly held a grudge against the victim. Hes always the one that had something mean to say. He was always the one that hated him another came gunning for investigators. Who chases the police . But who was hiding the darkest of secrets . Got chills going up the back of my neck and not happy right now. A blank sheet of paper hiding a diabolical clue. I fell to my knees and started screaming. Im lester holt and this is dateline. Here is Keith Morrison with family business. There is an evenden in the American West whose bounty daily fills the bellies of millions. Great farms employ legions of workers and enriched with their profits, families pass the land down father to son, generation after generation. They live modestly here in californias central valley. Multimillionaires in crop dusters and battered pickup trucks, deeply conservative, selfreliant, tough enough t
I wish there was not so much hate and anger in the family. One cousin seemed to hold a grudge against the victim. He was the that hated him. Another came for investigators. Who chases the police. A killer hiding the darkest of secrets on a blank sheet of paper, a diabolical clue. I got chills going through the back of my neck. This is not happening. I fell to my knees and started screaming. There is an evening in the american west. A cornucopia who fills the bellies of millions. The great farm with the workers and enrich with the profit families who pass the land down. Father to son, generation after generation. They live modestly here in californias central valley. Multimillionaires and crop dusters in battered pickup trucks trucks, deeply conservative and tough enough to thrive in a dangerous business that takes guts and brains. Too often lives. Here among the machinery, it helps grow the food of life. It can take a man unaware even on a sleepy summer day. We looked up and there he w