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84 before the world had a clue that he had been privy to the most exciting secret of all time. According to his son, Bill Jr., Mac never felt like he had done anything special. He rode out, found a lot of odd-looking stuff and eventually told the government. In the words of the son: My Dad found this thing and he told me a little bit about it ... not much .. . because the Air Force asked him to take an oath that he wouldn't tell anybody in detail about it. He went to his grave and he never told anybody. He was an oldtime Western cowboy, and they didn't do a lot of talkin’. My brother and I had just went through World War II (him in the Army and me in the Navy) and needless to say, my Dad was proud. Like he told me, "When you guys went in the service, you took an oath, and I took an oath not to tell." The only thing he said was, 'Well, there's a big bunch of stuff, there's some tinfoil, some wood, and on some of that wood there was Japanese or Chinese figures." Had that been all Mac saw, there would certainly have been no need for the army to make him take an oath not to talk. Not to talk about things that were already public! Clearly, more was involved, and that could have been bodies. Bill Jr. was living and working in Albuquerque, more than seventy-five miles to the northwest of the ranch, but returned when he realized his father had been taken into custody by the army and thus there was no one to run the ranch: I rode out there [the field where the debris was found] on the average of once a week, and I was riding through that area, I was lookin’. That's why I found those little pieces. Not over a dozen pieces—I'd say maybe eight different pieces—but there was only three [different] items involved: somethin' on the order of balsa wood, something on the order of heavy-gauge monofilament fishing line, and a little piece of—it wasn't tinfoil, it wasn't lead foil—a piece about the size of my finger. Some of it was like balsa wood: real light and kind of neutral color, more of a tan. To the best of my memory, there CRASH AT CORONA