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Then a fresh wave of lightheadedness overwhelmed him； and he plodded forward； disappearing into the gloom of the doorway。
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SQUINTING AGAINST THE LIVID FORKS OF LIGHTNING； Sloane watched Nora vanish into the storm。 She had to be heading for the rockslide： there was no place else to hide in the direction she was headed。 As she stared after Nora； Sloane could feel the cold unyielding weight of the gun butt； pressing against her palm。 But she did not draw the weapon； and she made no move to pursue。
She stood； hesitating。 The initial shock of seeing Nora e walking up； alive； out of the gloom was wearing off； leaving turmoil in its place。 Nora had called her a murderer。 A murderer。 Somehow； in her mind； Sloane could not think of herself as that。 Playing back the accusation； remembering the look on Nora's face； Sloane felt a deep anger begin to smolder。 Nora had asked for the weather report； and she had given it； word for word。 If Nora hadn't been so headstrong； so stubborn； so insistent on leaving 。 。 。
Sloane took a deep breath； trying to calm herself。 She had to think things through； act with care and deliberation。 She knew Nora was not an immediate physical threat： Sloane herself had the spare gun。 On the other hand； Nora might stumble across Swire； or Bonarotti； out there in the night。
She drew the back of her hand across her forehead； scattering raindrops。 Where were Swire and Bonarotti； anyway？ They weren't in the city； and they weren't in the camp。 Surely； they wouldn't be standing around somewhere； in the darkness and pouring rain。 Not even Swire was that muleheaded。 It made no sense。
Her mind wandered back to the magnificent discovery they had just made。 A discovery even more astonishing than Quivira itself。 A discovery that Nora had tried to prevent。 At this thought； Sloane's anger increased。 Things had been going better than she could ever have hoped。 Everything that she had ever wanted was up in that kiva； waiting for her to claim its discovery as her own。 All the hard work was done。 Bonarotti； even Swire； could be brought around。 Sloane realized； almost with surprise； that things had gone too far to turn back： particularly with Aragon and Smithback dead。 The only thing that stood in her way was Nora Kelly。
There was a faint cough in the darkness。 Sloane pivoted； instinctively yanking the pistol from her belt。 It had e from the direction of the medical tent。
She moved toward the tent； pulling her flashlight from a pocket and cupping its end to shield the glow。 Then she stopped at the entrance； hesitating。 It had to be Swire； or perhaps Bonarotti： there was nobody else left。 Had they overheard Nora？ Something close to panic washed over her； and she ducked inside； gun drawn。
To her immense surprise； there lay Smithback； sleeping。 For a moment； she simply stared。 Then understanding flooded through her。 Nora had only mentioned Aragon's death。 Somehow； both she and Smithback had survived。
Sloane slid to her knees； letting the flashlight fall away； resting her back against the sopping wall of the tent。 It wasn't fair。 Things had been working out so perfectly。 Perhaps she could have found a way to deal with Nora。 But now Smithback； too 。 。 。
The writer's eyes were fluttering open。 〃Oh；〃 he said； raising his head with a wince。 〃Hi。 And ouch。〃
But Sloane was not looking at him。
〃I thought I heard shouting just now；〃 Smithback said。 〃Or was I just dreaming？〃
Sloane waved him silent with her gun hand。
Smithback looked at her； blinking。 Then his eyes widened。 〃What's with the gun？〃
〃Will you shut up？ I'm trying to think。〃
〃Where's Nora？〃 asked Smithback； suspicion suddenly clouding his face。
At last； Sloane looked back at him。 And as she did so； a plan began to take shape in her mind。
〃I think she's hiding in the rockfall at the end of the canyon；〃 she replied after a moment。
Smithback tried to ease himself up on one elbow； then slumped。 〃Hiding？ Why？ What happened？〃
Sloane took a deep breath。 Yes； she thought quickly： it's the only way。
〃Why is Nora hiding？〃 Smithback asked again； more sharply； concern crowding his voice。
Sloane looked at him。 She had to be strong now。
〃Because I'm going to kill her；〃 she replied as calmly as she could。
Smithback gasped painfully as he again tried to rise。 〃I'm not following you；〃 he said； sinking back again。 〃Guess I'm still delirious。 I thought you said that you were going to kill Nora。〃
〃I did。〃
Smithback closed his eyes and groaned。
〃Nora's left me no choice。〃 As she spoke； Sloane tried to detach herself from the situation； to rid herself of emotion。 Everything； her whole life； depended on pulling this off。
Smithback looked at her。 〃Is this some kind of sick joke？〃
〃It's no joke。 I'm just going to wait here for her to return。〃 Sloane shook her head。 〃I'm truly sorry； Bill。 But you're the bait。 She'd never leave the valley without you。〃
Smithback made a mighty effort to rise； then collapsed again； grimacing。 Sloane checked the cylinder； then closed the gun and snapped the cylinder lock back in place。 The weapon had no safety； and she cocked the hammer as a precaution。
〃Why？〃 Smithback asked。
〃Incisive question there； Bill；〃 Sloane said sarcastically； anger returning despite her best efforts。 〃You must be a journalist。〃
Smithback stared at her。 〃You're not sane。〃
〃That kind of talk just makes what I have to do easier。〃
The writer licked his lips。 〃Why？〃 he asked again。
Suddenly； Sloane rounded on him。 〃Why？〃 she asked； the anger rising。 〃Because of your precious Nora； that's why。 Nora； who every day reminds me more and more of my own； dear father。 Nora； who wants to control everything down to the last iota； and keep all the glory for herself。 Nora； who wanted to just walk away from the Sun Kiva。 Which； by the way； contains an incredibly important find； a treasure that none of you had the faintest conception of。〃
〃So you did find gold；〃 Smithback murmured。
〃Gold！〃 she snorted derisively。 〃I'm talking about pottery。〃
〃Pottery？〃
〃I see you're no smarter than the rest；〃 she replied； picking up the disbelief in Smithback's voice。 〃Listen。 Fifteen years ago； the Metropolitan Museum paid a million dollars for the Euphronios Krater。 That's just one beat…up old Grecian wine jug。 Last month； a little broken bowl from the Mimbres valley sold at Sotheby's for almost a hundred grand。 The pots in the Sun Kiva are not only infinitely more beautiful； they're the only intact examples of their kind。 But that doesn't matter to Nora。 She told me that； when we get back to civilization； she's going to accuse me of murder； see that I'm ruined。〃
She shook her head bitterly。 〃So tell me； Bill。 You're a shrewd judge of humanity。 I have a choice to make now。 I can return to Santa Fe as the discoverer of the greatest archaeological find of the century。 Or I can return to face disgrace； and maybe even a lifetime behind bars。 What am I supposed to do？〃
Smithback remained silent。
〃Exactly；〃 Sloane replied。 〃It's not much of a choice； is it？ When Nora returns for you； she's dead。〃
Smithback suddenly rose on one arm。 〃Nora！〃 he croaked； as loudly as he could。 〃Stay away！ Sloane is waiting here for you with a…〃
With a quick movement； Sloane whipped the gun across the side of his head。 The writer flopped sideways； groaned； then lay still。
Sloane stared down at him for a moment。 Then she glanced around the medical tent。 Finding a small battery lamp among the equipment； she snapped it on and placed it in the far corner。 Picking up her flashlight and switching it off； she quietly unzipped the tent and slipped outside into the dark。
The tent was pitched near a low； thick clump of chamisa。 Slowly； quietly； Sloane crawled into the chamisa； then turned around and lay on her stomach； facing the tent。 The lamp within it gave out a subdued glow； cozy and inviting。 She was pletely concealed within the dark vegetation； and yet she had an unobstructed view of the tent。 Anyone approaching it would automatically be silhouetted by the dim light。 When Nora returned for Smithback…as Sloane knew she would…her silhouette would make a perfect target。
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