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e as Nora entered。 He looked up； his gaze traveling slowly up and down her body。 Nora felt herself bristling。 〃Well； now； what can I do for you； missy？〃 he asked in a different tone； leaning back in the chair。
〃I'm Nora Kelly； from the Santa Fe Archaeological Institute；〃 she said coldly。 〃You were supposed to have a barge here ready for us。〃
〃Oh； yeah；〃 he said； the smile vanishing。 Picking up the phone again； he punched in a number。 〃They're here； the group with the horses。 Bring the barge around。〃 He replaced the phone； then turned and without another word charged for the door。 As she scrambled to follow； she realized she was showing a little more bitchiness than was good for a leader of an expedition。 She wondered what it was about Smithback that had suddenly made her flare up like that。
Nora followed Briggs around the side of the plex and down the blacktop to a long floating dock。 Planting himself at the edge of the dock； Briggs began yelling at the nearby boaters to clear away their craft。 Then he swivelled toward Nora。 〃Turn the horse trailers around and back 'em down to the water。 Unload the rest of your gear and line it up on the dock。〃
After Nora gave the orders； Swire came around and jerked his head in the direction of Smithback。 〃Who's the mail…order cowboy？〃 he asked。
〃He's our journalist；〃 said Nora。
Swire fingered his mustache thoughtfully。 〃Journalist？〃
〃It was Goddard's idea；〃 said Nora。 〃He thinks we need someone along to write up the discovery。〃 She stifled the ment that was about to e； it would do no good to badmouth either Goddard or Smithback。 It puzzled her that Goddard； who had chosen so well with the rest of the expedition personnel； had picked someone like Smithback。 She watched him hefting gear； his lean arms rippling with the effort； and felt a fresh stab of irritation。 I go to all this trouble to keep things quiet； she thought； and then this smug jerk es along。
As Nora returned to the ramp to help guide the trailers； a great barge hove into view； davits streaked with dirt； aluminum pontoons stoved and dented in countless places。 LANDLOCKED LAURA was stenciled across the tiny pilothouse in rough black letters。 The barge eased around a bend in the harbor； its engines churning in reverse as it approached the cement apron。
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It took a half hour to load the trailers。 Roscoe Swire had handled the horses with great skill； keeping them calm in spite of the chaos and noise。 Bonarotti； the cook； was loading the last of his equipment； refusing to let anyone else lend a hand。 Holroyd was checking the seals on the drysacks that held the electronics gear。 Black was leaning against a davit； tugging at his collar and looking overheated。
Nora looked down at her watch。 Sloane Goddard had still not shown up。 They had to make the sixty…mile trip to the trailhead by nightfall： offloading the horses after dark would be too plicated and dangerous。
She jumped aboard and entered the tiny pilothouse。 The barge's captain was fiddling with a sonar array。 He looked like he might have just stepped off a porch in Appalachia： long white beard； dirty porkpie hat； and farmer's overalls。 WILLARD HICKS was sewn in white letters on his vest pocket。
The man looked over at her and removed a corncob pipe from his mouth。 〃We need to shake a leg；〃 he said。 〃We don't want to piss him off any more than he is already。〃 He grinned and nodded out the window toward Briggs； who was already bawling to them； Move out； for chrissakes； move out！
Nora looked up the ramp toward the parking lot； shimmering in the heat。 〃Get ready to shove off； then；〃 she said。 〃I'll give the word。〃
The expedition was gathering forward of the pilothouse； where some grimy lawn chairs had been arranged around an aluminum coffee table。 A dilapidated gas grill stood nearby； coated in elderly grease。
She looked around at the people she would be spending the next several weeks with： the expedition to discover Quivira。 Despite impressive credentials； they were a pretty diverse bunch。 Enrique Aragon； his dark face lowering with some emotion he seemed unwilling to share； Peter Holroyd； with his Roman nose； small eyes； and oversized mouth； smudges of dirt decorating his workshirt； Smithback； good humor now fully recovered； showing a copy of his book to Black； who was listening dutifully； Luigi Bonarotti； perched on his gear； smoking a Dunhill； as relaxed as if he were sitting in a café on the Boulevard St。 Michel； Roscoe Swire； standing by the horse trailers； murmuring soothing words to the nervous horses。 And what about me？ she thought： a bronze…haired woman in ancient jeans and torn shirt。 Not exactly a figure of mand。 What have I gotten myself into？ She had another momentary stab of uncertainty。
Aaron Black left Smithback and came over； scowling as he looked around。 〃This tub is god…awful；〃 he winced。
〃What were you expecting？〃 Aragon asked in a dry； uninflected voice。 〃The Ile de France？〃
Bonarotti removed a small flask from his carefully pressed khaki jacket； unscrewed the glass top； and poured two fingers into it。 Then he added water from a canteen and swirled the yellowish mixture。 He rehung the canteen on a davit bolt and offered the glass around。
〃What is that？〃 Black asked。
〃Pernod；〃 came the reply。 〃Lovely for a hot day。〃
〃I don't drink；〃 said Black。
〃I do；〃 Smithback said。 〃Hand it on over。〃
Nora glanced back at Willard Hicks； who tapped an imaginary watch on his wrist。 She nodded in understanding and slipped the mooring lines from the dock。 There was an answering roar from the diesels； and the boat began backing away from the ramp with a hideous scraping sound。
Holroyd glanced around。 〃What about Dr。 Goddard？〃
〃We can't wait around here any longer；〃 Nora said。 She felt a strange sense of relief： maybe she wasn't going to have to deal with this mysterious daughter； after all。 Let Sloane Goddard e after them； if she wanted。
The team looked at one another in surprise as the barge began a slow turn； the water boiling out from the stern。 Hicks gave a short blast on the airhorn。
〃You've got to be kidding！〃 Black cried。 〃You aren't really leaving without her？〃
Nora looked steadily back at the sweaty； incredulous face。 〃Oh； yes；〃 she said。 〃I'm really leaving without her。〃
14
THREE HOURS LATER； THE LANDLOCKED Laura had left the chaos of Wahweap Marina fifty miles behind。 The wide prow of the barge cut easily through the turquoise surface of Lake Powell； engines throbbing slightly； the water hissing along the pontoons。 Gradually； the powerboats； the shrieking jetskis； the garish houseboats had all dropped away。 The expedition had entered into a great mystical world of stone； and a cathedral silence closed around them。 Now they were alone on the green expanse of lake； walled in by thousand…foot bluffs and slickrock desert。 The sun hung low over the Grand Bench； with Neanderthal Cove appearing on the right； and the distant opening of Last Chance Bay to the left。
Thirty minutes before； Luigi Bonarotti had served a meal of cognac…braised； applewood…smoked quail with grapefruit and wilted arugula leaves。 This remarkable acplishment； achieved somehow on the shabby gas grill； had silenced even Black's undertone of plaints。 They had dined around the aluminum table； toasting the meal with a crisp Orvieto。 Now the group was arranged around the barge in lethargic contemplation of the meal； awaiting landfall at the trailhead。
Smithback； who had dined very well and consumed an alarming quantity of wine； was sitting with Black。 Before dinner； the writer had made some cracks about camp cooking and varmint stew； but the arrival of the meal changed his tone to one approaching veneration。
〃Didn't you also write that book on the museum murders in New York City？〃 Black was asking。 Smithback's face broke into an immensely gratified smile。
〃And that subway massacre a few years back？〃
Smithback reached for an imaginary hat and doffed it with a grandiose flourish。
Black scratched his chin。 〃Don't get me wrong； I think it's great；〃 he said。 〃It's just that 。 。 。 well； I've always understood that the Institute was a low…profile entity。〃
〃Well； the f