Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #289
…Newt Swakhammer seems like a guy who lets the world happen around him…
“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 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 goes smoothly, except for having to dodge numerous prairie dog holes, while 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, that’s what I always say.”1947
“Did that crash a couple years back 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 broadens his myopic recollection.
“What didn’t I see? Junk everywhere, a full section of land sizzlin’, and smokin’.”
“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.”
“Yeah, some guy in a fancy blue suit, well it must have been fancy before gettin’ singed to a crisp.”
***panoramic photography | jacob rosen***