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e Boston Aquarium。 I think he can be relied upon not only to be a good digger but to produce a highly favorable…and highly visible…account of you and your work。〃 He glanced at Nora。 〃You have no objection to ex post facto publicity； certainly？〃
Nora hesitated。 This was all happening so fast： it was almost as if Goddard had worked it all out before even talking to her。 As she thought back over their conversation； she realized he must have。 It occurred to her that there might be a reason for his excitement that he was not sharing with her。
〃No；〃 she said； 〃I guess not。〃
〃I didn't think so。 Now let's see what you've got。〃
Goddard pushed away from the desk as Nora reached into her portfolio and removed a 30…by…60…minute U。S。G。S。 topo。 〃The target area is this triangle just to the west of the Kaiparowits Plateau； here。 As you can see； it contains dozens of canyon systems that all eventually drain into Lake Powell and the Grand Canyon； to the south and east。 The closest human settlement is a small Nankoweap Indian encampment sixty miles to the north。〃
Then she handed Goddard a sheet of paper： a U。S。G。S。 7。5…minute topographic map； onto which Holroyd had overprinted in red the final image from his puter； properly scaled。 〃This is an image taken from last week's shuttle overflight； digitally enhanced。 The faint； broken black line across it is the ancient Anasazi road。〃
Goddard took the sheet into his thin pale hands。 〃Extraordinary；〃 he murmured。 〃Last week's flight？〃 Again he looked at Nora； a curious admiration in his eyes。
〃The dotted line shows a reconstruction of my father's route through this country； following what he thought to be that road。 When we extrapolated the road from the shuttle radar image onto this map； it matched my father's route。 The road seems to lead northwestward from Betatakin Ruin； through this maze of canyons； and over this huge ridge； which my father labeled the Devil's Backbone。 It then appears to lead into a narrow slot canyon； ending up in this tiny； hidden canyon； here。 It's somewhere in this canyon that we hope to find the city。〃
Goddard shook his head。 〃Amazing。 But Nora； all the ancient Anasazi roads we know about； Chaco and the rest； run in absolutely straight lines。 This road winds around like a broken spring。〃
〃I thought of that； too；〃 Nora said。 〃Everyone's always thought Chaco Canyon was the center of Anasazi culture； the fourteen Great Houses of Chaco with Pueblo Bonito at their hub。 But look at this。〃
She pulled out another map； showing the entire Colorado Plateau and San Juan Basin。 In the lower right…hand corner； an archaeological site diagram of Chaco Canyon had been overlaid； showing the huge ruin at Pueblo Bonito surrounded by a circle of outlying munities。 A heavy red line had been drawn from Pueblo Bonito； through the circle； through a half dozen other major ruins； and running arrow…straight to the upper left hand corner of the map； terminating in an X。
〃That X marks what I calculate to be the location of Quivira；〃 Nora said quietly。 〃All these years we've believed that Chaco itself was the destination of the Anasazi roads。 But what if Chaco wasn't the destination？ What if； instead； it was the collecting point for a ritual journey to Quivira； the city of priests？〃
Goddard shook his head slowly。 〃This is fascinating。 There's more than enough evidence here to justify an expedition。 Have you given any thought to how you might get in there？ Helicopters； for example？〃
〃That was my first thought。 But this isn't a typical remote site。 Those canyons are too narrow and most are a thousand feet deep。 There are high winds； beetling rimrock； and no flat areas to land。 I've studied the maps carefully； and there's no place within fifty miles to safely land a helicopter。 Jeeps are obviously out of the question。 So we'll have to use horses。 They're cheap and can pack a lot of gear。〃
Goddard grunted as he stared at the map。 〃Sounds good。 But I'm not sure I see a route in； even on horseback。 All these canyons box up at their sources。 Even if you used this Indian settlement far to the north as your jumping…off point； it would be one hell of a ride just to get to the village。 And then； waterless country for the next sixty miles。 Lake Powell blocks access to the south。〃 He looked up。 〃Unless you 。 。 。〃
〃Exactly。 We'll float the expedition up the lake。 I've already called the Wahweap Marina in Page； and they have a seventy…foot barge that will do the job。 If we started at Wahweap； floated the horses up to the head of Serpentine Canyon； and rode in from there； we could be at Quivira in three or four days。〃
Goddard broke into a smile。 〃Nora； this is inspired。 Let's make it happen。〃
〃There's one other thing；〃 Nora said； replacing the maps in her portfolio without looking up。 〃My brother needs a job。 He'll do anything； really； and I know with the right supervision he'd be great at sorting and cataloging the Rio Puerco and Gallegos Divide material。〃
〃We have a rule against nepotism…〃 Goddard began； then stopped as Nora； despite herself； began to smile。 The old man looked at her steadily； and for a moment Nora thought he would erupt in anger。 But then his face cleared。 〃Nora； you are your father's daughter；〃 he said。 〃You don't trust anybody； and you're a damn good negotiator。 Any other demands？ You'd better present them now； or forever hold your peace。〃
〃No； that covers it。〃
Silently； Goddard extended his hand。
10
THERE WAS AN ABRUPT HAMMERING SOUND； Nora almost dropped the artifact in her hands and looked up from her desk in a panic； heart galloping。 Skip's scowling face was framed in the glass window of her office door。 She slumped back in her chair and breathed out。 Skip raised one hand； and； with an exaggerated gesture； pointed downward at the doorknob。
〃You almost gave me a heart attack；〃 she said as she let him in。 Her fingers still trembled as she closed and relocked the door。 〃Not to mention the loss of two years of my salary if I'd dropped that Mogollon pot。〃
〃Since when did you start locking your office？〃 Skip said； slouching into the only chair not covered with books and tugging a large satchel onto his knees。 〃Look； Nora； there's something…〃
〃First things first；〃 Nora interrupted。 〃You got my message？〃 Skip nodded and passed over the satchel。 Nora unlooped the leather straps and looked inside。 Her father's old Ruger lay at the bottom； shoved into a battered holster。
〃What do you want it for； anyway？〃 Skip asked。 〃Some academic rivalry that needs settling？〃
Nora shook her head。 〃Skip； I want you to be serious for a minute。 The Institute's agreed to fund an expedition to Quivira。 I'll be leaving in a couple of days。〃
Skip's eyes widened。 〃Fantastic！ You don't waste any time； do you？ When do we go？〃
〃You know perfectly well you're not going；〃 said Nora。 〃But I've arranged a job for you； here at the Institute。 You'll start work next Monday。〃
The eyes narrowed again。 〃A job？ I don't know jack shit about archaeology。〃
〃All that time you spent； crawling around the ranch on your hands and knees with Dad； looking for potsherds？ e on。 Anyway； it's an easy assignment； first…year stuff。 My associate Sonya Rowling will show you around； get you started； answer questions； keep you out of trouble。〃
〃She cute？〃
〃She's married。 Look； I'll be gone about three weeks。 If you don't like it by the time I get back； you can quit。 But it'll keep you occupied for the time being。〃 And maybe keep you in a safe place during the day； she thought。 〃You won't mind looking after my place while I'm gone？ And you'll leave my stuff alone； for a change？〃 She shook her head。 〃You use my shower； you steal my hairbrush 。 。 。 I ought to start charging rent。〃
〃I didn't steal your hairbrush！〃 Skip protested。 〃I mean sure； I used it； but I put it back。 I know how neurotic you are about that kind of thing。〃
〃Not neurotic。 Just neat。〃 She glanced over。 〃Speaking of looking after my place； where's Thurber？ Didn't you bring him？〃
A funny look came over Skip。 〃That's what I wanted to tell you；〃 he said in a low voice。 〃Thurber's missing。〃
Nora felt the air leave her lungs in a sudden rush。 〃Missing？〃 sh