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Constance Caraway

~Forever Mastadon~

 

from Gwendolyn Hoff

 

From the first time we are exposed to science class in elementary school, we are taught that the Earth is 4.5 billion years old, that the Universe is older than that and the earliest human ancestors sprang up, out of nowhere, somewhere about one million years ago.

Add to this, the widely held theory that life on Earth began with a combination of primordial elements, somehow evolving into rock, plants, animals and human beings. For years, some scientists have come upon clues that support the opposite that it is much more likely that the Universe was created through intelligent design.

Willard Libby is one such scientist, who when digging deeper into his radiocarbon dating/half-life project, comes upon proof that the cradle of human existence began no more than 20,000 years ago.

Now, how does one confront conventional wisdom that has been in place since the birth of modern science? Why is the notion of evolution so stubbornly defended? The answer to those and other questions, lead directly to a complicated conspiracy, with leadership of an organization formed by the devil himself.

Constance Caraway is a private eye, who by herself is separate from the stated topic. But she and her partner, Fanny Renwick are called into help search for a missing scientist (Libby). Why? She is good at what she does, but is there something more to It.?

In 1950 Chicago, just as the world celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ, she and Fanny are inserted into the middle of something far more intricate than a simple kidnapping. Along the way they meet a variegated cast of characters who will both help and hurt their inherited cause.

What they do not know, is that they are becoming involved in an epic struggle, an ongoing war between one creator and one destroyer; not an issue to be taken lightly.

Winners and losers, good and evil, divine and fallen, creation and evolution are all contrasting points, opposites that meet head to head in these pages. Forever Mastadon is an organization that falls into the right-hand column of the above choices. Mastadon is misspelled, misguided but make no mistake, it is real and it has to be dealt with.

Constance Caraway is the catalyst for this fictionalized account of what has its roots in post war Tallahassee Florida and occurs in greater 1951 Chicago Illinois.

 

Gwendolyn Hoff

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CONSTANCE CARAWAY P.I. ~ Episode 1

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CONSTANCE CARAWAY

~Forever Mastadon ~ Episode 1

 

Chapter One

 MANHATTAN MYSTERY

 

         ‘Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong’. Rapid repetition of this familiar noise tells the occupants of 455 East Tennessee Street that someone is at the front door and they may well have ants in their pants.

Molly

 

‘Ding-dong, ding-dong!’ There is an audible exclamation to the final two rings before the words, “I’m coming, for god’s sake! Do you want me to break my neck? Out of the way Molly!” Molly is an excitable yellow Labrador retriever, whose self-appointed duty is doorbell answerer. Almost a casualty of chaos, the 15 foot fresh-cut evergreen in the foyer, bedecked with colorful ornaments and light, rocks on its tripod base as they pass by.

The hurried woman comes from her upstairs office, home base for Constance Caraway Investigation. She had been on the phone with a fairly recent client, a guy named Simms, who has been ignoring her repeated mailed bill for work they had done on his messy divorce case. Five hundred dollars is $500 dollars and she was counting on the money for a little time away from “their” two-story building in downtown Tallahassee. And it is Christmas Eve to boot.

The other person constituting the “their” portion and partner in the practice of legalized prying, Fanny Renwick, is out taking pictures of their debtor, a well-to-do retiree who owns the building adjacent to them. She captures him driving a brand new 1950 Henry J automobile, $2000 dollars at Cal’s Cars……..and he can’t pay them for ridding the man of his gold digging floozy of a wife of six short months?

Henry J

Constance grabs the huge door with brass handles, nearly dislocating her right shoulder, flinging it open.

Jimmy

 

“Oh—it’s you Jimmy.” The boy works for the neighborhood WESTERN UNION office, which encompasses a vital link to the outside world for CCI. “Where is the fire, Jimmy? You nearly rang the bell off the wall.”

“My boss told me there would be a $1 bonus for me if I get this to you girls and back to the office in 5 minutes. Down Molly, yes I’m happy to see you too.”

Constance orders Molly, who loves company and cannot help herself, to leave Jimmy alone. She backtracks to the banister, where her purse is hanging.

“Let me sign for that and here’s another dollar; I hope you bring some good news for a change.” Not every telegram bears a positive message, but she is a serial tipper regardless of the message.

“Thank you Miss Connie!”

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Synopsis/Query for ~FOREVER MASTADON~

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CONSTANCE CARAWAY

~FOREVER MASTADON~

 

A private eye and her colleagues are blinded by science…and a greater power

 Historical Fiction from Gwendolyn Hoff

 

Creation vs. Evolution, Heaven & hell collide on Earth.

CONSTANCE CARAWAY ~FOREVER MASTADON~ 75,000 words that chronicle an early case taken on by CONSTANCE CARAWAY INVESTIGATION, a Tallahassee Florida based private detective agency, consisting of the title character and her partner Fanny Renwick.

Constance and Fanny are drawn to Chicago to investigate the disappearance of Willard Libby, a University of Chicago biochemist who has been working on a breakthrough project. They are hired by an associate of Libby, who does not trust his conventional local options.

Set in 1951 Chicago, Forever Mastadon (Mastodon is intentionally misspelled) is an organization that is bent on permanently quieting Libby, as it applies to radiocarbon dating. Bottom line: the devil himself is behind a conspiracy that includes textbook publishers, the United States Justice Department, a cult leader and a handful or two of 2-bit hoodlums.

As a result of good detective work and some dumb luck, the scientist is located………catatonic–at a mental hospital. But that is just the beginning; his mind will be fully restored, he is hidden away and his death wrongly reported,  all the while the antagonists behind his abduction are about to be found out.

It is not long before a supporting cast comes together to combat the unknown forces behind the “Great Deception”, the lie being that carbon dating has identified life on Earth as 100 of millions of years old. A Chicago taxi driver, a pilot friend of Constance, a Tallahassee lawyer and a CIA rogue, unite to see that Willard Libby’s truths see the spotlight of day.

While God has his angels, the Libbyites (13 people who are his advocates) get help from a young Southern preacher named Billy Graham, who incorporates the science supporting Creationism into his Crusades and finally a Revival Meeting for the ages, a finale that will either make you sit up in your chair or stand up and cheer.

I have branded my own style of Historical Fiction, which I first brought to the world with my book, THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A BLACK SOUTHERN DOCTOR (1896-1959),(ISBN13 978-1-4691-9018). Constance Caraway and her friends give me the wings to bring history to life, with this riveting story and others to follow.

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Dear Readers

“This is the query (summary) that is sent out to literary agents or publishers. It’s a teaser, intended to entice them to read the rest of the book and consider it for publication.

I hope that you will follow along from the start, just like many of you did for THE RETURN TRIP, which I am currently writing the sequel to (THE ERIDANIAN SOLUTION).

“iI am perfecting this method of sharing a book and will be shadowing these posts at BlogUrBook.comAs with THE RETURN TRIP, there will be a character list as well as an episode catalog, so that the book can either be reviewed or picked up in the middle when folks around the World stumble onto it.”

Read and enjoy,

Gwenny

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~FOREVER MASTADON~

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From “The Red Planet” to the “Final Chapter”, you will travel from Earth to Mars to Orion & back, thus the title.

“Bookmark or print this post as a frame of reference.”

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That’s a Wrap! — THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A BLACK SOUTHERN DOCTOR

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That’s a Wrap! — THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A BLACK SOUTHERN DOCTOR

Sad End Happy

 

Chapters:Hospitable, Inhospitable flies us to Area 51 and an alien
contact. Good ol’ Newt Swackhammer, what a guy. The government
calls him a crank. But 1947 harbors both UFO’s and the bricks &
mortar of Laura Bell Memorial Hospital. Born of Alpha Campbell’s
spirit, the building itself is one large lightning rod; meant for good,
yet attracting an onslaught of controversy and hardship.

____368 Gwendolyn Hoff

We look back at Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks, along with
the world of Cinderella. And then bounce ahead to Michael Rennie
Walt Disney; what an odyssey of entertainment. Can you hear the
music of Scott Joplin and Duke Ellington? The Duke was supposed to
appear in 1954, but my unplanned plot-change got in the way; putting off the other depressing, mood killing stuff.

As for the remainder of The Life and Times, not so many pages
back, your imagination is the king. My imagination has splattered the
backdrop of history from way back in 1896, all the way up to the dawn
of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Just the dawn in 1959 mind you, then you are
reeled back to days of trial in 1955.

Isn’t that rude?

But look at the payoff. Instead of an old man
in jail, we happen on a Laura Bell Memorial Hospital with a future. What
a shame. This is the way it should have ended for one of the first
Black doctors in Florida. In my rosy reality,  Alice’s wonderful Looking Glass helped me make lemonade out of lemons.

Alice meeting Tweetle Dee & Tweetle Dum

Alpha O. Campbell, M.D. deserved a better fate. Gwendolyn
Hoff has given it to him. Thank you for the privilege of writing this
story.

A.O., God rest your soul. It has been one wild ride!

THE END

• Chapter Fifteen HOSPITALITY  292
• Chapter Sixteen INHOSPITABLE  309
• Chapter Seventeen LOOKING UP  326
• Chapter Eighteen LOOKING DOWN  343
• Chapter Nineteen Trials and Triumph  351
• Chapter Twenty CLOSURE  363

That’s a Wrap! — THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A BLACK SOUTHERN DOCTOR

“Back to regular programming like Cracked History, World Wide Words, Quotes and Top Tenz lists for a week, before I start my next book THE RETURN TRIP.”

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Newt Swakhammer – The Star Witness of Roswell

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Newt Swakhammer – The Star Witness of Roswell

“Look at that! There is an ass on the runway.”

“Be nice to the man, Bob, we want him to spill his guts.”

“No, an actual donkey silly. Oh . . . . okay, he is dragging it off.
He must have seen us coming.” He tilts their plane left, then right to
signal, the flying hello. He waves them in.

“He certainly looks friendly.”

“His name is Newt Swakhammer and he was the first person to
see the crash.”

“Swakhammer? Maybe he should have had the government
change his name, too. I couldn’t make up a name like that. Hi, I’m
Newt Swakhammer.”

“Take it easy, Lyn.” Ford doesn’t want her breaking up in front of
the rancher. “Frankly, I’m surprised they didn’t find him a ranch in

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Argentina. I have a feeling that we are the last people the Air Force
wants him to talk to.”

“Too late.” And it was.

The landing went smoothly, except for having to dodge numerous
prairie dog holes and causing a small stampede of rangy Herefords.

“Don’t you worry about them cattle, they’ll be back,” Newt
assures his guests. “We don’t get many visitors out here.”

“Are those cows the same ones you had in New Mexico, because
I could see why they would be afraid of things that fly?” Excellent
segue into the topic at hand.

“The ones that ain’t longhorns, yeah, they followed me to Texas.
You know, come to think of it, those Herefords is a skidderish bunch.
Some of ’em would be gone for days, then come on back fatter than
they was when they left out.” Newt Swakhammer seems like a guy
who lets the world happen around him. “No sense in making sense
of every little thing.”

“Did that crash last year make any sense to you, Newt?” Bob
knows that Newt knows that Lyn knows.

“Just about scared the tar out o’me, it did. I was in the house,
rustling up some grub when it hit the ground, so bright it blinded me
for a bit. Still see spots floatin’ ‘round when I’m in the dark.”

“What did you see when you went out to see what’s what?” Lyn
narrows his myopic recollection.

“What didn’t I see? Junk everywhere, a full section of land sizzlin’,
and smoking’.”

“Did you pick up anything, for a souvenir?”

“At first I didn’t. Never saw anything like that stuff; gadgets, lights
still flashin’, some tin metal so thin you could see through it, even a
couple bodies. No noses on those little beggars, one of ’em still livin’
until the army showed up.”

“What did the army do with it, uh, them.”

“Carted ’em off wrapped in blankets, in a big time hurry too.
Told me they was kids in costume. Which I could believe, but that
don’t explain the grown-up I saw.”

“Grown-up?”

“Yeah, some guy in a fancy blue suit, well it must have been fancy
before gettin’ singed to a crisp.”

____The Life and Times of a Black Southern Doctor 317

This interview was getting stranger by the minute. Little creatures,
foreign metals and a businessman; of all things, probably aboard the
identical craft that Lyn and Bob saw that same 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 off the planet, for God knows
what reason. I wonder how long that poor man 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.

“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 anyone’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.”

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“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 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 ride when we get back.”

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

10,000 acres covers a lot of ground and Newt’s “Far Piece” is all
that and ten miles more. About half way to San Angelo, a solitary
butte rises out of the parched earth.

“This is the northeast marker of my spread.”

“I thought I saw a band of Comanche back there.” Lyn has never
seen so much nothing.

“Apaches, maybe, not Comanche, they’re up north, but all the
injuns is up at Twin Buttes reservation, ’bout a days ride from here.”

“This will do just fine, Newt.” Lyn takes off her hat, which has
spared her face the forces of a midday sun, and fluffs her skirt. She
spits the dust from her bone-dry mouth.

“Hey, Bart, give the lady a canteen, can’t you see she’s
parched!”

Once the horses were lashed to a batch of mesquite bushes, the
quartet of long riders skirts the base of the huge rock rising hundreds
of feet straight up. Invisible from anywhere but a few feet away,
they are led through a narrow slit in the small, flat-topped mountain.
Bart strikes a match, applying it to a ring of torches, revealing Newt
Swakhammer’s secret treasure.

For someone who sports a Hicksville personae, the rancher
who had a spaceship drop onto his land, actually has organized his
collection in a logical way. Like items are gathered together. “I tried
to fill my truck with one of everythin’, sepptin’ the little guys.”

“You did well, Newt, though I suspect the government might
frown on your actions. But I would suggest that some of this should
be examined by scientists. I think I know someone who will be able
to help.”

____The Life and Times of a Black Southern Doctor 319

“I don’t know you well, Mr. Ford, but I am a trustin’ you and
Miss Lyn is who you say you is. And if you say this stuff should be
looked at, then it will, by golly.”

“Great Lyn, if you can stay here with Newt, Bart and I will ride
back and get the Cub? West Texas seems to be one big airstrip!”

“Remind you of anything, Bob Ford? You live for these adventures.”
Not unlike his partner, the one of them that takes adventure, real
or invented, and applies them to the printed page. Arrange and
rearrange words, make and remake life experiences until they tell an
interesting story.

Newt Swakhammer – The Star Witness of Roswell

“I will forever treasure this unique episode in my book THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A BLACK SOUTHERN DOCTOR. The last name “Swakhammer” came about by my coming across a Dennis Swakhammer, a Canadian salesman. When I need a name for a rancher in Roswell, New Mexico, I made him a Newt.”
Gwenny

Police, Gators, and Son-in-Laws — LATOBSD (Ch 17 pg. 340)

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Police, Gators, and Son-in-Laws

 

____340 Gwendolyn Hoff

The book in question is not on top, but not on the bottom either.
If he would have sniffed January 24, the smell of a fresh pink eraser
lingers, the warmth of brand-new fingerprints hidden from the human
eye.

 

“This is it, officer. We can go.”

Lettie Golden has done her job.

And……..

………Sinclair Clavitt is doing his, laying out the facts and ramifications
of consistently breaking the law. “You are going to have to stop these
abortions. They are going to watch you like a hungry gator watches a bullfrog. And you will not treat white folk without havin’ a white wing in that hospital of yours. They have been lookin’ the other way,
I swear, but with this flap about the Sanders girl, that will stop. I know
enough about your, well, for the lack of another word, enemies, that
if they smell blood, your blood, you best check your back.”

“They are going to watch you like a hungry gator…..”

“They’ve been after me for years, given up by now I ‘spect,
seein’ they got the other Negro doctors to turn they backs on my
hospital.”

“That might be true, about some, but some others that you
actually trust, may be quietly working against you.”

“What you talkin’ about?”

“Have you seen your son-in-law lately?”

Behind-your-back Relative

“You mean, Franklin, no, but Laura says he’s been really busy.”

“Word has it that he’s been selling off property.”

“We’ve got to pay some back taxes, not to mention you and Mr.
Moore, keepin’ you busy too.”

“If you’re working at keepin’ us busy, now’s a good time to stop,”
sound advice from Sinclair Clavitt. He has taken to the 65-year-old,
doing his level best to make the doctor’s last years golden. His senior
partner, R. Worth Moore, specializes in courtroom action, leaving
the foot-soldierly duties to the younger man. But a day like today,
he could do without. “Okay, Alpha, I’m going to trust you on this.
You know what’s at stake. Just make sure you look both ways when
crossing the street.”

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