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Show 37, under. Garth respected him. And Red Butte supported him, even though they bought his paper purely out of habit and curiosity. Their neighbors' doings were of more importance to this ranch community than the national crises Crawford was inclined to ignore. "Hope you're not bringing bad news," the older man said, taking in the situation. "I enjoy a social call. Folks don't drop in like they ought to." JD cleared his throat and looked across the room at Garth. Garth made no move to come to his rescue this time. "You see, I don't have any pictures of the elk herd for you, Mr. Crawford. I guess that's bad news," JD smiled weakly, "for me, anyhow." "No picture! Well, well, well, Why not?" He reached for a box of cigars on the end table and offered them around. "I did get some beautiful shots, close up, too, of a cow and bull elk and a calf watering at the beaver dam," JD's eyes brightened. "Mr. Crawford, it was like a still life. They just stood there looking at me. I got maybe three, four frames before they moved." "Sounds good enough," Crawford said, working at his cigar. "Come in to the office and we'll develop 'em tomorrow." "That's the trouble. I lost the camera." Then JD launched into his story from the beginning. The smoke from Mr. Crawford's stogies hung in multiple layers by the time they stood to leave his parlor. He'd been especially keen to hear JD's description of the UFO-the sound it made, the angle of flight, the position of the lights around the central rim. It seemed that Crawford had read a great deal about UFO's. His library included some of the earliest books about the strange craft which began appearing in numbers after 1947 all over the world. "I can't say I'm a believer," he confessed after hearing JD's story, "but I'm not a complete skeptic either. A lot of reliable people-including you, JD-have seen things they can't explain." He walked across the room and opened a desk. "Ever see a copy of Flying Saucer Review? It's the only one I have, but you're welcome to borrow it." Mr. Crawford put his hand on JD's shoulder as he walked them back into the vestibule. "Why don't you write up your UFO sighting and we'll |