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

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."

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

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."

Likes the taste of ham, I guess, said Swire.

A mile and a half, maybe.

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

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."

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

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

How far did you go?

How far did you go?

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

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?"

How far did you go?

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

Likes the taste of ham, I guess, said Swire.

My father found a way to get his horses over that ridge. If he could do it, we can.

How far did you go?

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

Can I have a different pack horse? Smithback asked, leaning against a rock.

My father found a way to get his horses over that ridge. If he could do it, we can.

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

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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