The Wayward Trout Matter (AFRTS)

From Hollywood, it's time now for Johnny dollar Huh sometimes Listen that bush you're beating around is getting pretty big Why that company expense, huh? Okay, Pat. I'll grab the first plane Good boy.

But brother, just wait till you see the expense account I pile up for you. My Johnny. Because if I ever smelled a wrap, believe me, it's now. Bob Bailey, in the exciting adventures of a man with the action-packed expense account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator.

Yours truly? Johnny Dollar. And now, Act 1 of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Expense accounts submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar. The Universal Adjustment Bureau Home Office Hartford, Connecticut.

following his an account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the wayward trout matter. Expense account item one, 174-50, Plain Fair, Hartford to Los Angeles and Los Angeles to Las Vegas. Item two, fifty bucks, deposit on a rental car. I headed south on Route 95. The Mojave Desert, thousands of square miles of sand, sun bleached gravel and rock, cactus, sage and Joshua trees. High

flat maces, towering crags, countless trails leading off from the highway, long abandoned roads leading up into the harsh bleak mountains, with their promise of infinite wealth to the prospectors who scratched away in a hungry search for silver and gold. And who knows, perhaps some of these were trails of the pioneers who beat a tortuous path westward to the Great Pacific.

Who, with their oxen and heavy wagons, were lucky if they made six miles a day. Yet here I was, cruising along in the easy 60 miles an hour. And above me a jet plane lazily tearing off 600 miles an hour. Yeah, it made me think. About the men who lived and struggled here, the men who