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limestone fireplace。 Taking a seat opposite； Goddard crossed his legs； coughed lightly； and looked enquiringly at Skip。
Now that he was here； Skip realized he had no idea exactly how to begin。 He fidgeted with unaccustomed nervousness。 Then； remembering the book beneath his arm； he brought it forward。 〃Have you heard of this book？〃 he asked。
〃Heard of it？〃 murmured Goddard； a trace of irritation in his voice。 〃Who hasn't？ It's a classic anthropological study。〃
Skip paused。 Sitting here； in the quiet confines of the library； what he thought he had discovered began to seem faintly ridiculous。 He realized the best thing would be to simply relate what had happened。
〃A few weeks ago；〃 he said； 〃my sister was attacked at our old farmhouse out past Buckman Road。〃
〃Oh？〃 said Goddard； leaning forward。
〃She was assaulted by two people。 Two people wearing wolfskins； and nothing much else。 It was dark； and she didn't get a very good look at them； but she said they were covered with white spots。 They wore old Indian jewelry。〃
〃Skinwalkers；〃 Goddard said。 〃Or； at least； some people playing as skinwalkers。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Skip； relieved to hear no note of scorn in Goddard's voice。 〃They also broke into Nora's apartment and stole her hairbrush to get samples of her hair。〃
〃Hair。〃 Goddard nodded。 〃That would fit the skinwalker pattern。 They need bodily material from an enemy in order to acplish their witching。〃
〃That's just what this book says；〃 Skip replied。 Briefly； he recounted how it had been his own hair in the brush； and how he had been the one who almost died when his brakes failed so mysteriously。
Goddard listened silently。 〃What do you suppose they wanted？〃 he asked when Skip had finished。
Skip licked his lips。 〃They were looking for the letter Nora found。 The one written by my father。〃
Goddard suddenly tensed； his entire body registering surprise。 〃Why didn't Nora tell me of this？〃 The voice that had previously expressed mild interest was now razor…sharp with irritation。
〃She didn't want to derail the expedition。 She figured she needed the letter to find the valley； and that if she got out of town fast and quietly； whoever or whatever it was would be left behind。〃
Goddard sighed。
〃But that's not all。 A few days ago； our neighbor； Teresa Gonzales； was murdered in the ranch house。 Maybe you heard about it。〃
〃I recall reading something about that。〃
〃And did you read that the body was mutilated？〃
Goddard shook his head。
Skip slapped Witches； Skinwalkers； and Curanderas with the back of his hand。 〃Mutilated in just the way described in this study。 Fingers and toes sliced off； the whorl of hair on the back of the head scalped off。 A disk of skull cut out underneath。 According to this book； that's where the life force enters the body。〃 He paused。 〃Nora's dog disappeared while she was in California。 After reading this book； I searched the woods behind her townhouse。 I found Thurber's body。 His paws had been cut off。 Front and back。〃
Goddard's blue eyes flashed。 〃The police must have questioned you about the murder。 Did you tell them any of this？〃
〃No；〃 Skip said； hesitating。 〃Not exactly。 Well； how do you think they'd react to a story about Indian witches？〃 He put the book aside。 〃But that's what they were。 They wanted that letter。 And they were willing to kill for it。〃
Goddard's look had suddenly gone far away。 〃Yes；〃 he murmured。 〃I understand why you've e。 They're interested in the ruins of Quivira。〃
〃They vanished just about the time the expedition left； maybe a day or two later。 Anyway； I haven't seen or heard any sign of them since。 And I've been keeping a close eye on Nora's apartment。 I'm worried they may have followed the expedition。〃
Goddard's drawn face went gray。 〃Yesterday we lost radio contact。〃
A feeling of dread suddenly gripped Skip's heart。 This had been the one thing he didn't want to hear。 〃Could it be equipment trouble？〃
〃I don't think so。 The system had redundant backups。 And according to your sister； that imaging technician； Holroyd； could have rigged a transmitter out of tin cans and string。〃
The older man rose and walked to a small window set among the bookshelves； gazing out toward the mountains； hands in his pockets。 A quietness began to gather in the library； punctuated by the steady ticking of an old grandfather clock。
〃Dr。 Goddard；〃 Skip blurted suddenly； unable to contain himself any longer。 〃Please。 Nora's the only family I've got left。〃
For a moment； Goddard seemed not to have heard。 Then he turned； and in his face Skip could see a sudden； iron resolve。
〃Yes；〃 he said； striding to a telephone on a nearby desk。 〃And the only family I've got left is out there with her。〃
44
THAT NIGHT； A SOFT BUT STEADY RAIN drummed on the tents of the Quivira expedition； but when morning came the sky was a clear； clean； washed blue； without a cloud in sight。 After a long and restless night during which she'd split the guard duty with Smithback； Nora was grateful to step out into the cool morning world。 The birds filled the trees with their calls； and the leaves dripped with water that caught and fractured the bright rays of the rising sun。
As she emerged from her tent； her boots sunk into soft wet sand。 The creek had risen； she could see； but only slightly…these first rains had been soft enough to soak into the sand without running off。 But now the ground was saturated。 They had to get out of the canyon before another hard rain； if they didn't want to be trapped by rising water 。 。 。 or； God forbid； something worse。
She glanced toward the row of packed equipment； arranged the night before for transport out of the canyon。 They were only taking the minimum they needed to get back to Wahweap Marina…food； tents； essential equipment； documentary records。 The rest was being cached in an empty room in the city。
Uncharacteristically； Bonarotti was up early； tending the fire； the espresso pot just signaling its pletion with a brief roar。 He looked up as Nora came over； rubbing the sleep out of her eyes。 〃Caffé？〃 he asked。 Nora nodded her thanks as he handed her a steaming cup。
〃Is there really gold in that kiva？〃 Bonarotti asked in a quiet voice。
She eased herself down on the log and drank。 Then she shook her head。 〃No； there isn't。 The Anasazi didn't have any gold。〃
〃How can you be so sure？〃
Nora sighed。 〃Trust me。 In a century and a half of excavations； not one grain of gold has been found。〃
〃But what about Black？ What he said？〃
Nora shook her head again。 If I don't get them out of there today； she thought； I'm never going to get them out。 〃All I can tell you is； Black's wrong。〃
The cook refilled her cup； then turned back to his fire； silent and dissatisfied。 As she sipped her coffee； the rest of the camp began to stir。 As they approached； one at a time； it was clear to Nora that the tension of the previous day had not gone away。 If anything； it had increased。 Black took a seat by the fire and hunched over his coffee； his face dark and inflamed。 Smithback gave Nora a tired smile； squeezed her shoulder； then retreated to a rock to scratch quietly in his notebook。 Aragon looked distant and absorbed。 Sloane was the last to appear。 When she did； she refused to meet Nora's eyes。 A resolute silence gripped the camp。 Nobody looked like they had slept。
Nora realized she had to establish a momentum； keep things moving toward departure； not allow anyone time to brood。 She finished her cup； swallowed； cleared her throat。 〃This is how it's going to work；〃 she said。 〃Enrique； please secure the medical gear we'll need。 Luigi will pack up the last of the food。 Aaron； I want you to climb to the top of the rim and get a weather report。〃
〃But the sky is blue；〃 protested Black； with a distasteful look at the dangling ladder。
〃Right here； it's blue；〃 said Nora。 〃But the rainy season has started； and this valley drains off the Kaiparowits。 If it's raining there； we could get a flash flood just as sure as if it were raining directly on top of us。 Nobody goes through the slot canyon until we get the weather report。〃
She looked at Sloane； but the woman hardly registered tha