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datatime: 2022-09-29 18:27:48 Author:eLpPrirb

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

Sloane looked back at her in the starlight; a long, penetrating look, the amused expression never leaving her face. Then she simply nodded.

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."

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

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

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

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.

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."

The horse tossed its head in a mighty nod, then nickered evilly.

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

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

Walking sounds good to me, Holroyd said. "I'm sore in places I didn't know I had." There was an assenting murmur.

Odd son of a bitch, Swire repeated.

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

Maybe, Sloane said, turning toward the wrangler and eyeing him up and down, one eyebrow raised. "But he's no wimp. I've seen him on Denali in a blizzard with the temperature at sixty below. Nothing fazes him. It's as if he has no feelings at all."

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?"

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

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

Maybe, Sloane said, turning toward the wrangler and eyeing him up and down, one eyebrow raised. "But he's no wimp. I've seen him on Denali in a blizzard with the temperature at sixty below. Nothing fazes him. It's as if he has no feelings at all."

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

A mile and a half, maybe.

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?"

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