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

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

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

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."

A mile and a half, maybe.

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?"

How far did you go?

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."

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."

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."

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

Odd son of a bitch, Swire repeated.

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

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?"

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

Can the horses make it? Swire asked.

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

Can the horses make it? Swire asked.

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

It's going to be a tough day, she said. "We're probably going to be doing a lot of walking."

A mile and a half, maybe.

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

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

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