The bull nearest that point, curious to see what was going on, lifted his head at the same time. The officer, instead of seeing emptiness or a fugitive, was suddenly confronted instead with a massive black bull head. He leapt back, and only his training kept him from firing his gun reflexively at such a startling sight.
"You should have warned me about the bulls," he said to Monty, laughing shakily. "I guess no one would dare hide in there with those big brutes." The start he had gotten from that encounter had rattled him, and it didn't occur to him to check the small compartment above the trailer hitch. "You can leave with your load, but if you think of anything that might help, call us."
"Thanks, officer. We were loading the bulls and didn't see anything until people started running out of the building," Monty said, hedging the truth, but finally able to relax the tightness in his back. He had been half expecting the hidden man to panic when he saw the cop and start shooting, so it was a huge relief to be cleared to leave.
He put the truck in gear again, starting off slowly to avoid jostling his load - his load of 5 bulls which he wanted, and one man whom he definitely didn't want.