Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #290

… “Do you know someone that those beggars kidnapped?” Newt is catching on to the thrust of their visit…

Alien Abduction by Tom Shropshire

The “Newt” interview was getting stranger by the minute. Little creatures, foreign metals, and a businessman of all things; every one of them probably aboard that identical craft Lyn and Bob saw on that fateful day in 1947.

“Things are starting to add up, aren’t they?” Bob Ford is astonished at what he is hearing.

“Not only are they adding up, I think they are multiplying exponentially. No matter what spin you put on it, these creatures were in the business of snatching people and animals off the planet, for God knows what reason. I wonder how long that poor man in the blue suit was gone from his family. Damn, Bob, what right do they have to pilfer people’s lives? Look what they did to Sara, stealing part of her mind… and a kidney? What is that? It’s sick, that’s what it is.”

“Do you know someone that those beggars kidnapped?” Newt is catching on to the thrust of their visit.

Alien Abduction Art by Jeffrey S. Westover

“That’s right, Newt, we have a friend who they had for six years. She could have been on that ship when it went down. She must have outlived her usefulness to them.” Carolyn Hanes had not taken the time to let her bitterness surface, but now that the facts are lining up, there is no reason to hold back.

“If they was so damned smart, what made them crash?” Newt wonders.

“I don’t know what brought them down, but it is a fitting end.” Lyn concludes.

“Could be that city slicker done got fed up with them messin’ with him and grabbed the steering wheel.”

“Not out of the realm of possibility, Mr. Swakhammer.” Ford knows that something bad had to happen to a space craft that had to have traveled millions of miles to reach Earth. It was time to see some pieces of history. “May we see those souvenirs of yours?”

“Can y’all ride a horse?”

Bob looks at Lyn, whose dress is not exactly suited for a western-style saddle. “Can’t you drive us?”

“Not where I got that stuff, guy. Newt Swakhammer ain’t no one’s fool!”

“What do you mean, fool?”

“I never knows when those army guys will show up and I figure they must enough of their own goodies, ain’t gonna have mine! Got it hid good.”

“Well, then let’s get going, but make sure you give me a tame horse,” requests the ever game Florida gal.

“Ol’ Flossy will give you a good ride, Miss and you best wear this.” He hands her a Stetson that looked like it had been hanging on that fence post since the days of Santa Anna and the Alamo. “Say, do you mind if Bart there goes with us? He’ll drive the jeep, in case we need a fast getaway.” He points to what appears to be a hired hand, who has been eyeing their single engine plane. “He ain’t never seen one close up.”

“We will give him a plane ride when we get back.”

“Hoo doggies! Do you hear that Bart, they will take us flyin’?! Saddle up Flossy and three others; we’re headed for Fer Piece!”