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She eased into the bedroll； breathing easily。 So far； so good。 Black was a pain in the ass； but his expertise outweighed his querulous personality。 Smithback was an annoying surprise； but with that strong back and arms he'd make a good digger； and she'd make sure he was well occupied with the shovel； whether he liked it or not。 Before going to bed； he had insisted on pressing a copy of his book into her hands； she'd dumped it unceremoniously into a duffel。
On the other hand； Peter Holroyd was proving to be a real trouper。 She'd caught him giving her several furtive glances during the ride up Lake Powell； and Nora wondered if he wasn't a little bit infatuated。 Perhaps she'd inadvertently played on that in persuading him to steal the data from JPL。 She felt a momentary twinge of guilt。 But then again； she'd kept her promise。 He was on the expedition。 The boy's probably mistaking gratitude for puppy love； she thought； moving on。 Bonarotti was one of those unflappable people who never seemed put out by anything； as well as being a fabulous camp cook。 And Aragon would probably open up once they got away from his hated Lake Powell。
She stretched out fortably。 It was shaping up to be a good group。 Best of all； there was no Sloane Goddard to deal with。 Among Black； Aragon； and herself； there was more than enough expertise to go around。 Dr。 Goddard had nothing but his own daughter's tardiness to blame。
Starlight glowed faintly from the distant bluffs and turrets of Navajo sandstone。 A chill had crept into the air： in the high desert； night came on fast and sure。 She heard a low murmuring； the drifting smell of Bonarotti's cigarette。 Into the silence the faint calls of the canyon wrens echoed back and forth； tinkling like bells； mingling with the faint lapping of water on the shoreline just below the camp。 Already they were many miles from the nearest outpost of humanity。 And the distant； hidden canyon they were headed to was much farther still。
At the thought of Quivira； Nora felt the weight of responsibility return again。 There was a potential for failure here； too； she knew： a tremendous potential。 They might not find the city。 The expedition might break up over personality conflicts。 Worst of all； her father's Quivira might turn out to be some ordinary five…room cliff dwelling。 That was what worried her the most。 Goddard might forgive her for leaving without his daughter。 But despite all the fine words； he and the Institute would not forgive her if she returned with a superb site report on a tiny Pueblo III cliff dwelling。 And God only knew what kind of withering article Smithback might write if he felt his precious time had been wasted。
There was the distant yipping of a coyote； and she wrapped the bedroll more tightly around her。 Unbidden； her thoughts returned to Santa Fe； to that night in the deserted ranch house。 She'd been very careful to keep the maps and radar images under her control at all times。 She'd impressed everyone with the need for discretion； citing pothunters and looters as her concern。 And then into the midst of her careful plans blundered Smithback。 。 。 。
Still； she knew it was unlikely that Smithback's ments would filter back to Santa Fe； and beyond the mention of her name nothing he'd said was specific enough to give away the purpose of the expedition。 And most likely； the bizarre figures who had attacked her had given up by now。 Where she was going； it would take a determined； even desperate person to follow； someone who knew the craft of desert travel far better than even Swire did。 Certainly no boats had followed them up the lake。 The fear and annoyance subsided； and in their absence came sleep； and dreams of dusty ruins； and nodding columns of sunlight cutting through the murk of an ancient cave； and two dead children draped in flowers。
15
TERESA GONZALES SAT UP SUDDENLY； LISTENING in the dark。 Teddy Bear； her giant Rhodesian Ridgeback； who generally slept outside in the summer； was whining at the back door。 Ridgebacks had been bred to hunt and kill lions in Africa。 He was a very gentle dog； but he was also extremely protective。 She had never heard him whine before。 He was just back from the vet's； where he'd been languishing for two weeks； recovering from a nasty infection； maybe the poor thing was still traumatized。
She got out of bed and went through the dark house to the door。 The dog came slinking in； whimpering； its tail clamped between its legs。
〃Teddy；〃 she whispered； 〃what's wrong？ You all right？〃
The dog licked her hand and retreated across the kitchen； sliding his huge bulk under the kitchen table。 Teresa looked out the kitchen door； down into the sea of darkness toward the old Las Cabrillas ranch house。 There were no lights in the draw； and without a moon Teresa couldn't see the outlines of the abandoned house。 Something out there had scared him half to death。 She listened； and thought she heard a faint sound of breaking glass and the distant howl of an animal。 Definitely too low…pitched and hoarse to be a coyote； but it didn't sound like any dog Teresa had heard； either。 It sounded like a wolf； if you got right down to it。 But Teddy would never have retreated like that from a lone wolf； or even a cougar。 Perhaps it was a whole pack of wolves。
The muttered low howl was answered by another； a little closer。 The dog whined again； louder； and pressed itself back into the darkness under the table。 There was a dribbling sound； and Teresa saw he was urinating in his fright。
She paused； hand on the doorframe。 Until two years ago； there had been no wolves in New Mexico。 Then the Game and Fish Department introduced some into the Pecos Wilderness。 Guess a few have wandered down from the mountains； she thought。
Teresa went back to her room； peeled off her nightgown； slid on her jeans； shirt； and boots； then walked across the room and opened the gun locker。 The weapons gleamed dully against the darkness。 She reached for her current favorite； a Winchester Defender； with its 181/2…inch barrel and extended magazine tube。 It was a good； light gun； billed as a defensive weapon with unparalleled stopping power。 Just another way of saying it was very good at killing people。 Or wolves； for that matter。
She slid in a magazine： eight Federal ammo casings of 12…gauge double…ought lead buck。 This wasn't the first time since the attack on Nora that she'd heard sounds from the Kelly ranch。 And once； driving back from Santa Fe； she'd seen a low； dark shape skulking around the old mailbox rack。 Had to be wolves； nothing else made sense。 They'd confronted Nora in the farmhouse that night。 Must have rattled her so badly she thought she heard them speak。 Teresa shook her head。 Not like Nora to wig out like that。
Wolves that didn't fear humans could be dangerous； and Teresa didn't want to meet up with them without a gun。 Better to deal with the problem directly。 If Game and Fish wanted to make a stink； let them。 She had a ranch to run。
She tucked the shotgun under her arm； shoved a flashlight into her back pocket； and crept back to the kitchen door； careful not to turn on any lights。 She heard Teddy whining and snuffling as she left； but he made no move to follow her。
She stepped onto the back porch and eased the door shut behind her。 There was a faint creaking of floorboards as she moved down the steps。 Then she angled toward the wellhouse and the trail that began just beyond。 Teresa was a large； heavy…boned woman； but she had the natural stealthy movements of a feline。 At the wellhouse she inhaled deeply； steadied the gun； then eased down the trail in the inky blackness。 She had descended the trail countless times to play with Nora when they were children； and her feet remembered the way。
Soon she was on the flat。 The Kelly ranch house stood across the draw； just on the side of the rise； its low roof outlined against the night。 In the faintest starlight； she could see the front door was open。
She waited for what seemed a long time； listening； but there was only the susurrus of wind in the pi？on trees。 The shotgun felt cold and reassuring in her hands。
She sampled the breeze： she was downwind of the house； which meant the wolves could