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he top of the plateau； but if there was a way over and into the hidden canyon beyond； it was well hidden。
Dropping the binoculars； she turned and looked around the windswept top of the ridge。 An overlook like this was a perfect place for her father to have carved his initials and a date： the calling card of remote travelers since time immemorial。 Yet there was nothing。 Still； from the top of the ridge it seemed likely that Holroyd would finally get his GPS reading。
Swire had settled his back against the rock and was rolling a smoke。 He placed it in his mouth； struck a match。
〃I ain't bringing my horses up that trail；〃 he said。
Nora looked at him quickly。 〃But it's the only way up。〃
〃I know it；〃 Swire said； drawing smoke into his lungs。
〃So what are you suggesting？ That we turn around？ Give up？〃
Swire nodded。 〃Yep；〃 he said。 There was a brief pause。 〃And it ain't a suggestion。〃
In an instant； Nora's elation fell away。 She took a deep breath。 〃Roscoe； this isn't an impossible trail。 We'll unload and carry everything up by hand。 Then we'll guide the horses； unroped； giving them their heads。 It might take the rest of the day； but it can be done。〃
Roscoe shook his head。 〃We'll kill horses on that trail； no matter what we do。〃
Nora knelt beside him。 〃You've got to do this； Roscoe。 Everything depends on it。 The Institute will replace any horse that gets hurt。〃
From the expression on his face； she saw she had said the wrong thing。 〃You know enough about horses to know you're talking through your hat；〃 he replied。 〃I ain't saying they can't do it。 I'm saying the risk is too high。〃 A truculent note had crept into his voice。 〃No man in his right mind would bring horses up that trail。 And if you want my opinion； I don't think we're on any damn trail； Anasazi or otherwise。 Neither does anyone else。〃
Nora looked at him。 〃So you all think I'm lost？〃
Swire nodded； pulled on his cigarette。 〃All except Holroyd。 But that boy would follow you into a live volcano。〃
Nora felt her face flush。 〃Think what you want；〃 she said； pointing toward the sandstone plateau。 〃But that slot canyon out there is the one my father found。 It has to be。 And there's no other way in。 That means he brought two horses up this trail。〃
〃I doubt it。〃
Nora rounded on him。 〃When you signed on to this trip； you knew the danger。 You can't back out now。 It can be done； and we're going to do it； with you or without you。〃
〃Nope；〃 he said again。
〃Then you're a coward；〃 Nora cried angrily。
Swire's eyes widened quickly； then narrowed。 He stared at Nora for a long； silent moment。 〃I ain't likely to forget you said that；〃 he said at last in a low； even tone。
The breeze blew across the fin of rock； and a pair of ravens rode up the air currents； then dipped back down into space。 Nora slumped against the rock； resting her forehead in her hands。 She didn't know what to do in the face of Swire's flat refusal。 They couldn't go on without him； and the horses were technically his。 She closed her eyes against a growing sense of failure； terrible and final。 And then she realized something。
〃If you want to turn around；〃 she said quietly； glancing over at Swire； 〃you'd better get going。 The last water I remember was a two…day ride back。〃
Swire's face showed a sudden； curious blankness。 Then he swore softly； as he realized the water the horses so desperately needed was in the green valley that lay ahead； below their feet。
He shook his head slowly； and spat。 Finally； he eyed Nora。 〃Looks like you get your wish；〃 he said。 And something in the way he looked at her made Nora shrink back。
By the time they returned to camp； it was noon。 A palpable air of anxiety hung over the group； and the thirsty horses； tied in the shade； were prancing and slinging their heads。
〃You didn't happen to pass a Starbucks； did you？〃 Smithback asked with forced joviality。 〃I could really use an iced latte。〃
Swire brushed his way past them and stalked off to where the horses were hobbled。
〃What's with him？〃 Smithback asked。
〃We've got a tough stretch of trail ahead；〃 Nora said。
〃How tough？〃 Black blurted out。 Once again； Nora could see naked fear on his face。
〃Very tough。〃 She looked around at the dirty faces。 The fact that several of them were looking to her for guidance and reassurance gave her another twinge of self…doubt。 She took a deep breath。
〃The good news is； there's water on the far side of the ridge。 The bad news is that we're going to have to carry the gear up by hand。 Then Roscoe and I will bring the horses。〃
Black groaned。
〃Take no more than thirty pounds at a time；〃 Nora went on。 〃Don't try to rush things。 It's a rough trail； even on foot。 We're going to have to make a couple of trips each。〃
Black looked like he was about to say something； then stopped。 Sloane stood abruptly； walked over to the line of gear； and hefted a pannier onto her shoulder。 Holroyd followed； walking a little unsteadily； then Aragon and Smithback。 At last； Black raised himself from the rocks； passed a shaky hand over his eyes； and followed them。
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Almost three hours later； Nora stood at the top of the Devil's Backbone with the others； breathing heavily and sharing the last of the water。 The gear had been brought up over the course of three arduous trips； and was now neatly lined up to one side。 Black was a wreck： sitting on a rock； soaked with sweat； his hands shaking； the rest were almost as exhausted。 The sun had moved westward and was now shining directly into the long grove of cottonwoods far below them； turning the stream into a twisted thread of silver。 The sight seemed inexpressibly lush and beautiful after the barren wastes behind them。 Nora ached with thirst。
She turned to look back down the hogback ridge up which they had e。 The hard part； bringing the horses up； was still before her。 My God； she thought。 Sixteen of them 。 。 。 The ache in her limbs fell away； replaced by a small sickness that began to grow in the pit of her stomach。
〃Let me help with the horses；〃 Sloane said。
Nora opened her mouth to answer； but Swire interrupted。 〃No！〃 he barked。 〃The fewer there are of us on that ridge； the fewer are gonna get hurt。〃
Leaving Sloane in charge； Nora hiked back down the trail。 Swire； his face dark； brought the animals around； bare except for their halters。 Only his own horse； which would lead； had a rope clipped to the halter。
〃We're gonna drive them up the trail； single file；〃 he said harshly。 〃I'll guide Mestizo； you bring up the rear with Fiddlehead。 Keep your head up。 If a horse falls； get the hell out of the way。〃
Nora nodded。
〃Once we get to the upper trail； you can't stop。 Not for anything。 Give a horse time to think on that ridge； and he'll panic and try to turn around。 So keep them moving； no matter what。 Got that？〃
〃Loud and clear；〃 she said。
They started up the trail； careful to keep the horses well apart。 At one point the animals hesitated； as if by general consensus； but with some prodding Swire got Mestizo moving again and the rest instinctively followed； noses down； picking their way among the rocks。 The air was punctuated with the clatter of hooves； the occasional scrabble among the rocks as an animal missed its footing。 As they began to gain altitude； the horses grew more fearful； they lathered up and started blowing hard； showing the whites of their eyes。
Halfway up the ridge； the rubble…filled crevasse ended and the much more dangerous slickrock trail began。 Nora craned her neck upward。 The worst part of the journey stretched ahead； just a cut in the sloping sandstone； eroded by time into the merest whisper of a path。 In the places where it had peeled away； the horses would have to step over blue space。 She stared at the series of wicked switchbacks； trying to suppress the anxiety that welled up deep within her。
Swire paused and looked back at her； his eyes cold。 We can turn back now； his expression seemed to say。 Beyond this point； we won't have that option。
Nora gazed back at the bandy…legged wrangler； his shoulders barely higher than the horse's withers。 He looked as frightened as she felt。
The moment passed。 Without a word； Swire turned and began leading Mestizo forward。 The animal took a few hesitant steps and balked。 The wrangler coaxed a few more steps； then the horse balked again； whinnying in fear。 His shoe skidded slightly； then bit once again into the sandstone。
Speaking in low tones and flicking the end of his lasso well behind the horse； Swire got Mestizo moving again。 The others followed； their trail experience and strong herd attachment keeping them going。 They worked their way upward at a painful pace； the only sounds now the thump and scrape of iron…shod toes digging into canted slickrock； the occasional blow of fear。 Swire began singing a low； mournful； soothing song； words indistinct； his voice quavering slightly。
They arrived at the first switchback。 Slowly； Swire guided Mestizo around the curve； then continued up the rockface and past a deep crack until he was directly above Nora's head。 Once； Sweetgrass skidded on the slickrock and scrabbled at the edge； and for a moment Nora thought she would go over。 Then she recovered； eyes wide； flanks trembling。
After agonizing minutes they arrived at the second switchback： a wickedly sharp turn over a narrow section of trail。 Reaching the far side； Mestizo suddenly balked once again。 The second horse； Beetlebum； stopped as well； then began to back up。 Watching from below； Nora saw the animal place one hind foot over the edge of the trail and out into space。
She froze。 The horse's hindquarters dropped and the foot kicked out twice； looking for a purchase that wasn't there。 As she watched； the horse's balance shifted inexorably backward； the animal dropped over the edge； rolled once； and then hurtled down toward her； letting out a strange； high…pitched scream。 Nora watched； paralyzed。 Time seemed to slow as the horse tumbled； limbs kicking in a terrifying ballet。 She felt its shadow cross her face； and then it struck Fiddlehead； directly in front of her； with a massive smack。 Fiddlehead vanished as both animals hurtled off the edge of the ridge into the void。 There was a moment of horrible； listening silence； followed by double muffled thumps and the sharp crackle of falling rocks far below。 The sounds seemed to echo forever in the dry valley； reverberating from ever more distant walls。
〃Close up and keep moving！〃 came the harsh； strained mand from above。 Forcing herself into action； Nora urged the new rearward horse forward…Smithback's horse； Hurricane Deck。 But he wouldn't move； a clonus of horror trembled along the animal's flanks。 Then； in a galvanic instant； he reared up； whirling around toward her。 Nora instinctively grabbed his halter。 With a frenzied clawing of steel on rock； Hurricane scrabbled at the edge of the trail； wide eyes staring at her。 Realizing her mistake； she released the halter； but her timing was slow and already the falling horse had pulled her off balance。 She had a brief glimpse of yawning blue space。 Then she landed on her side； her legs rolling over the edge of the cliff； hands scrabbling to grip the smooth sandstone。 She heard； as if from a great distance； Swire shouting； and then from below the soggy； bursting sound of a wet bag as Hurricane Deck hit bottom。
She clawed at the rock； fingernails fighting for purchase as she dangled in the abyss。 She could feel the updrafts of wind tickling her legs。 In desperation； she clutched the stone tighter； her nails tearing and splitting as she continued to slide backward down the tipped surface of stone。 Then her right hand brushed against a projecting rill； no more than a quarter inch high； but enough to get a handhold。 She strained； feeling her strength draining away。 Now or never； she thought； and she gave a great heave； swinging herself up sideways。 It was just enough to get one foot back onto the trail。 With a second heave she managed to roll her body up and over。 She lay on her back； heart hammering a frantic cadence。 Ahead and above came a whinny of fear； and the clatter of hooves on stone。
〃Get the hell up！ Keep moving！〃 she heard faintly from above。 She rose shakily to her f