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Swire ejected a stream of tobacco juice. "Got a problem?"

THE NEXT MORNING, AFTER A BREAKFAST ONLY a little less miraculous than its predecessor, Nora assembled the group beside the packed horses.

And we're here. Sloane moved the penlight. "Look what's between us and Quivira."

How far did you go?

Nora frowned, unaware that Sloane had brought along maps of her own. "That's about right."

Yeah. A horse-sized problem. Beetlebum over there keeps trying to bite me.

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?"

Swire ejected a stream of tobacco juice. "Got a problem?"

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?"

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."

Not so good. A lot of dense willow and salt cedar brush, with plenty of loose rock.

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?"

Swire ejected a stream of tobacco juice. "Got a problem?"

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."

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.

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?"

And we're here. Sloane moved the penlight. "Look what's between us and Quivira."

Not so good. A lot of dense willow and salt cedar brush, with plenty of loose rock.

A mile and a half, maybe.

Can the horses make it? Swire asked.

Sloane snapped off the light and refolded the map. "What makes you think our horses can make it?"

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?"

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."

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.

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