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

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.

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

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."

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

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

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

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

How far did you go?

Odd son of a bitch, Swire repeated.

A mile and a half, maybe.

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

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?"

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."

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

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

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."

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

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.

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."

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

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."

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