Ivar Jorgensen, Mystery at Mesa Flat
“ There were desert-worn women, sun blackened children, leather-faced men.The two Security men had been silent. Now Frank Brooks spoke suddenly. "If you're thinking about Quislings or traitors, Tom, it just doesn't make sense. These people aren't intelligent enough. An invader would go where—""I'm not thinking about that. Let's eat."They went into the restaurant and were served by a fat woman who waddled back and forth from the kitchen, wedging herself through the doorway each time. The food was acceptable, exactly what could be expected in a place like this. ”
