p&c.thunderhead-第18章
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THE HEADLIGHTS OF NORA'S TRUCK SWUNG across the predawn dark； scissoring through clouds of dust rising from the corrals； highlighting the wooden gates of the dude ranch。 She came to a stop in a rutted parking area and killed the motor。 Nearby； she could see two dark…colored vehicles； a pickup and a van； each bearing the Institute's seal。 Two slant…load horse trailers had been backed up to nearby horse pens； and ranch hands were loading horses into them under electric lights。
Nora stepped out into the coolness of the early morning air and looked around。 The sky would not begin to lighten for another half hour or so； but already Venus was rising； a sharp fleck of light against the velvet sky。 The Institute vehicles were empty； and Nora knew everyone must already be at the fire circle； where Goddard planned to introduce the expedition to one another and say a brief farewell。 In an hour； they would begin the long drive to Page； Arizona； at the end of Lake Powell。 It was time she met the others。
But she lingered a moment。 The air was filled with the sounds of her childhood： the slap of latigo； the whistles and shouts of the cowboys； the boom of prancing hooves in the trailers； the clang of stock gates。 As the aroma of pi？on smoke； horses； and dust drifted near； a tight knot that had been growing within her began to relax。 Over the last three days she had been supremely cautious； supremely vigilant； and yet she had seen nothing more to alarm her。 The expedition had e together with remarkable speed and smoothness。 Not a word had leaked out。 And here； away from Santa Fe； Nora found some of the tension that had kept her so painfully on edge begin to ebb。 The mystery of who had mailed her father's letter was never far from her thoughts。 But at least； once they were on the trail； she would leave her strange pursuers far behind。
A cowboy in a battered hat strode out of the corral； leading a horse in each hand。 Nora turned to look at him。 The man was barely five feet tall； skinny； barrel…chested and bandy…legged。 He turned and shouted to some hands deeper in the dusty darkness； bracketing the orders with four letter words。 That must be Roscoe Swire； she thought： the wrangler Goddard had hired。 He seemed a sure enough hand； but as her father had always said； he ain't a cowboy til you see him ride。 She again felt a momentary annoyance at how the Institute's chairman had taken over the hiring of all personnel； even the wrangler。 But Goddard was paying the bills。
She pulled her saddle out of the back of her truck and stepped around。 〃Roscoe Swire？〃 she asked。
He turned and removed his hat in a gesture that managed to be both courtly and ironic。 〃At your service；〃 he said in a surprisingly deep voice。 He had a great overhanging mustache； droopy lips； and large； cow…sad eyes。 But there was a certain scrappiness； even truculence； about his manner。
〃I'm Nora Kelly；〃 she said； shaking the small hand。 It was so rough and scabby； it was like grasping a burr。
〃So you're the boss；〃 said Swire with a grin。 〃Pleased。〃 He glanced at the saddle。 〃What you got there？〃
〃It's my own。 I figured you'd want to load it with the rest in the front of the trailer。〃
He slowly placed his hat back on his head。 〃Looks like it's been drug around a bit。〃
〃I've had it since I was sixteen。〃
Swire broke into another smile。 〃An archaeologist who can ride。〃
〃I can pack a set of panniers and throw a pretty good diamond hitch； too；〃 said Nora。
At this； Swire took a small box of gingersnaps out of his pocket； placed one underneath his mustache； and began to chew。 〃Well； now；〃 he said； when his mouth was full； 〃you ain't shy about your acplishments。〃 He took a closer look at her gear。 〃Valle Grande Saddlery； three…quarter…rigged with the Cheyenne roll。 You ever want to sell this； you let me know。〃
Nora laughed。
〃Look； the others just went up to the circle。 What can you tell me about them？ Buncha New Yorkers on vacation； or what？〃
Nora found herself liking Swire and his sardonic tone。 〃Most of them I haven't met。 It's a mixed group。 People seem to think all archaeologists are like Indiana Jones； but I've met plenty who couldn't ride to save their lives； or who'd never ventured beyond the classroom and lab。 It all depends on what kind of work they've done。 I bet there'll be a couple of sore butts by the end of the first day。〃 She thought about Sloane Goddard； the sorority girl； and wondered how she； Holroyd； and the rest were going to fare on horseback。
〃Good；〃 said Swire。 〃If they ain't sore； they ain't having fun。〃 He pushed another gingersnap into his mouth； then pointed。 〃It's up that way。〃
The fire circle lay north of the corrals； hidden in a stand of scrub juniper and pi？on。 Nora followed the trail； quickly spotting the flickering fire through the trees。 Huge ponderosa logs were arranged in broad rings； three deep。 The circle lay at the base of a tall bluff； which was pockmarked here and there by caves； a pendulous overhang across its top。 Light from the fire leaped and flickered； painting the sandstone bluff lurid colors against the dark。 A fire circle before a long journey was an old Pueblo custom； Nora knew； and after witnessing the incident with the Mimbres pots； she wasn't particularly surprised Goddard had suggested it。 It was another indication of his respect for Indian culture。
She stepped into the firelight。 Several figures were seated on the ponderosa logs； murmuring quietly。 They turned at her approach。 She immediately recognized Aaron Black； the imposing geochronologist from the University of Pennsylvania： six…foot…five…inches tall or more； with a massive head and hands。 He held his head erect； chin jutting forward； which both added to his stature and gave him a slightly pompous air。
But the look belied Black's towering reputation。 She had seen him at numerous archaeological meetings； where he always seemed to be giving a paper debunking some other archaeologist's shaky but hopeful dating of a site； a man of intellectual rigor who clearly enjoyed his role as spoiler of his colleagues' theories。 But he was the acknowledged master of archaeological dating； at once feared and sought after。 It was said that he had never been proved wrong； and his arrogant face looked it。
〃Dr。 Black；〃 Nora said； stepping forward。 〃I'm Nora Kelly。〃
〃Oh；〃 Black said； standing up and shaking hands。 〃Pleased to meet you。〃 He looked a little nonplussed。 Probably doesn't like the idea of having a young woman for a boss； she thought。 Gone were the trademark bow tie and seersucker jacket of his archaeological conferences； replaced by a brand…new desert outfit that looked as if it had been lifted straight out of the pages of Abercrombie & Fitch。 He's going to be one of the sore ones； Nora thought。 If he doesn't get his ass killed first。
Holroyd came over and shook her hand； gave her a quick awkward hug； and then； embarrassed； stepped back in confusion。 He had the luminous face of a Boy Scout setting out on his first camping trip； his green eyes shining hopefully。
〃Dr。 Kelly？〃 came a voice from the darkness。 Another figure stepped into the light toward her； a small； dark man in his middle fifties who radiated an unsettling； even caustic intensity。 He had a striking face： dark olive skin； black hair bed back； veiled eyes； a long； hooked nose。 〃I'm Enrique Aragon。〃 He briefly took her hand； his fingers were long； sensitive； almost feminine。 He spoke with a precise； dignified voice； in the faintest of Mexican accents。 She had also seen him many times at conferences； a remote and private figure。 He was widely considered to be the country's finest physical anthropologist； winner of the Hrdlicka Medal； but he was also a medical doctor…a highly convenient bination； which had undoubtedly figured in Goddard's choice。 It amazed her again that Goddard could have gotten professionals of the stature of Black and Aragon at such short notice。 And it struck her even more forcefully that she would be directing these two men； very much her superior in both age and reputation。 Nora shook off the sudden surge of doubt： if she was going to lead this expedition； she knew； she had better start thinking and acting l
