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At Amarillo and Santa Fe we won a load；
He served me well； from Salinas to Solitude；
But Hurricane's been retired to loading up dudes。
〃I need to work on the last stanza；〃 said Swire。 〃It don't sound right。 Ends kind of sudden。〃
〃Did you really catch him wild？〃 Nora asked。
〃Sure did。 One summer when I was running a pack string at the T…Cross up in Dubois； Wyoming； I heard talk about this buckskin mustang that nobody could catch。 He was an outlaw； never branded； always broke for the mountains when he saw riders。 Then that night I saw him。 Lightning spooked him； sent him right past the bunkhouse。 I chased that son of a bitch for three days。〃
〃Three days？〃
〃I kept cutting him off from the mountains； circling him back around past the ranch。 Each time I picked up a fresh mount。 I wore out six horses afore I got a rope on him。 He's some horse。 The son of a bitch can jump a barbwire fence and I've seen him walk； just as nice as you please； across a cattle guard。〃
Nora handed back the journal。 〃I think these are excellent。〃
〃Aw； horsehocky；〃 Swire said； but he looked pleased。
〃Where'd you learn the Latin？〃
〃From my father；〃 came the answer。 〃He was a minister； always after me to read this and study that。 Got it into his head that if I knew Latin； I wouldn't raise so much hell。 It was the Third Satire of Horace that finally made me light out of there。〃
He fell silent； stroking his mustache； looking down toward the cook。 〃He's a damn fine beanmaster； but he's an odd son of a bitch； ain't he？〃
Nora followed his gaze to the tall； heavyset figure of Bonarotti。 Postprandial ablutions pleted； the cook was now preparing himself for bed。 Nora watched as； with finicky care； Bonarotti inflated an air mattress； applied nocturnal facial creams； and readied what appeared to be a hairnet and a facial mask。
〃What's he doing now？〃 Swire muttered； as Bonarotti began working his fingers into his ears。
〃The croaking of the frogs disturbs his rest；〃 Sloane Goddard said； emerging from the darkness and taking a seat beside them。 She laughed her low； husky laugh； eyes reflecting the distant firelight。 〃So he brought along earplugs。 And he's got a little silk pillow that would turn my great aunt green with envy。〃
〃Odd son of a bitch；〃 Swire repeated。
〃Maybe；〃 Sloane said； turning toward the wrangler and eyeing him up and down； one eyebrow raised。 〃But he's no wimp。 I've seen him on Denali in a blizzard with the temperature at sixty below。 Nothing fazes him。 It's as if he has no feelings at all。〃
Nora watched the cook slip gingerly into his tent and snug down the zipper。 Then she turned back to Sloane。 〃So tell me about your recon。 How is it upcanyon？〃
〃Not so good。 A lot of dense willow and salt cedar brush； with plenty of loose rock。〃
〃How far did you go？〃
〃A mile and a half； maybe。〃
〃Can the horses make it？〃 Swire asked。
〃Yes。 But we're going to need brush hooks and axes。 And there isn't much water。〃 Sloane glanced down at the remnants of the group； lounging around the fire drinking coffee。 〃Some of them are going to be unpleasantly surprised。〃
〃How much water？〃
〃A pothole here and there。 Less as you go up。 And that's not all。〃 Sloane reached into a pocket and pulled out a map and a penlight。 〃I've been studying the topo。 Your father found Quivira somewhere upcanyon； right？〃
Nora frowned； unaware that Sloane had brought along maps of her own。 〃That's about right。〃
〃And we're here。〃 Sloane moved the penlight。 〃Look what's between us and Quivira。〃
She moved the penlight to a spot on the map where the elevation lines came together in an angry black mass： a ridge； high； difficult； and dangerous。
〃I know all about that ridge；〃 Nora said； aware of how defensive she must sound。 〃My father called it the Devil's Backbone。 But I don't see any reason to get everyone worried prematurely。〃
Sloane snapped off the light and refolded the map。 〃What makes you think our horses can make it？〃
〃My father found a way to get his horses over that ridge。 If he could do it； we can。〃
Sloane looked back at her in the starlight； a long； penetrating look； the amused expression never leaving her face。 Then she simply nodded。
18
THE NEXT MORNING； AFTER A BREAKFAST ONLY a little less miraculous than its predecessor； Nora assembled the group beside the packed horses。
〃It's going to be a tough day；〃 she said。 〃We're probably going to be doing a lot of walking。〃
〃Walking sounds good to me；〃 Holroyd said。 〃I'm sore in places I didn't know I had。〃 There was an assenting murmur。
〃Can I have a different pack horse？〃 Smithback asked； leaning against a rock。
Swire ejected a stream of tobacco juice。 〃Got a problem？〃
〃Yeah。 A horse…sized problem。 Beetlebum over there keeps trying to bite me。〃
The horse tossed its head in a mighty nod； then nickered evilly。
〃Likes the taste of ham； I guess；〃 said Swire。
〃That's Mr。 Prosciutto to you； pal。〃
〃He's just kidding around。 If he really wanted to bite； you'd know it。 Like I said； he's got a sense of humor； just like you。〃 Swire glanced at Nora。
Despite herself； Nora found the writer's disfiture covertly satisfying。 〃Roscoe's right； I'd rather not make any changes unless we have to。 Let's give it another day。〃 She climbed into the saddle； then gave the signal to mount up。 〃Sloane and I will go first and pick out a trail。 Roscoe will bring up the rear。〃
They moved forward into the dry streambed； the horses pushing through the dense brush。 Hard Twist Canyon was hot and close； with none of the charm of the previous day's ride。 One side of the canyon lay in deep purple shadow； while the other was etched in sunlight； a contrast almost painful to the eyes。 Salt cedars and willows arched over their heads； creating a hot tunnel in which ugly； oversized horseflies droned。
The brush grew thicker； and Nora and Sloane dismounted to hack a path。 It was hot； miserable work。 Making things worse； they found only a few stagnant potholes of water that did not keep up with the horses' thirst。 The riders seemed to bear up well enough； except for Black's sarcastic protest when told they would have to ration water for a while。 Nora wondered how Black would react when they reached the Devil's Backbone； somewhere in the wasteland ahead of them。 His personality was beginning to seem a high price to pay for his expertise。
At last they came across a large muddy pool； hidden on the far side of a rockslide。 The horses crowded forward。 In the excitement； Holroyd dropped the lead rope of Charlie Taylor； his pack horse； who eagerly bounded forward into the muddy pool。
Swire turned at the sound。 〃Wait！〃 he called； but it was too late。
There was a sudden； terrifying pause as the horse realized it was bogging down in quicksand。 Then； in an explosion of flexing muscle； the animal tried to back out； legs churning； spraying thick mud； whinnying in shrill fear。 After a few moments it flopped back into the muck； sides shuddering in panic。
Without hesitating； Swire jumped down into the muck beside the horse； drew his knife； and with two deft strokes cut through the diamond hitch。 As Nora watched； two hundred pounds worth of provisions slid off the horse's back into the mud。 Swire grabbed the lead rope and pulled the horse's head to the side； simultaneously quirting him on the rump。 With a great sucking noise the horse struggled free。 Swire labored out of the mud himself； dragging the pack behind him。 Resheathing his knife； he collected the shaking animal's lead rope and wordlessly handed it to Holroyd。
〃Sorry；〃 said the young man sheepishly； throwing a deeply embarrassed glance at Nora。
Swire stuffed a plug of tobacco into his already full cheek。 〃No problem。 Coulda happened to anyone。〃
Both Swire and the pack were liberally covered in vile…smelling muck。 〃Maybe this is a good time to stop for lunch；〃 Nora said。
After a quick meal； with the horses watered and the canteens full of purified water； they set out again。 The growing heat had baked the canyon into a kind of oppressive somnolence； and all was quiet save for the clatter of horses' hooves and the occasional muttered imprecations