p&c.thunderhead-第20章
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was a breathtaking sight； a sharp contrast to the banality of Page。 To the east； the great dome of Navajo Mountain rose like a black skullcap； the ravines at its top still wedged with streaks of snow。 Farther up the lake； the buttes； mesas； and canyons were layered one against the other； the lake itself forming a pathway into an infinity of sandstone and sky。
Staring at the sight； Nora shook her head。 Thirty…five years before； this had been Glen Canyon； which John Wesley Powell had called the most beautiful canyon in the world。 Then the Glen Canyon dam was built； and the waters of the Colorado River slowly rose to form Lake Powell。 The once silent wilderness； at least around Page； was now filled with the roar of cigarette boats and jetskis； the sounds mingling with the smell of exhaust fumes； cigarette smoke； and gasoline。 The place had the surreal air of a settlement perched at the end of the known world。
Beside her； Swire frowned out the window。 They had talked horses most of the trip； and Nora had e to respect the cowboy。 〃I don't know how these horses are going to like floating on a barge；〃 he said。 〃We might have ourselves a surprise swimming party。〃
〃We'll be able to drive the trailers right onto the barge and unhook them；〃 Nora replied。 〃They never have to be unloaded。〃
〃Until the far side； you mean。〃 Swire fingered the heavy mustache that drooped beneath his nose。 〃Don't see any sign of that Sloane gal； do you？〃
Nora shrugged。 Sloane Goddard was supposed to fly directly into Page and meet them at the marina； but there was no sign of any Seven Sisters sorority types among the fleshy； beer…bellied throngs milling around the docks。 Perhaps she was waiting in the air…conditioned fastness of the manager's office。
The two trailers pulled up on the vast cement apron of West Boatramp。 The van and the pickup came up behind and the pany emerged into the sweltering heat； followed by the four Institute employees who would drive the vehicles back to Santa Fe。
Down here near the water； Nora could see Wahweap Marina in all its glory。 Styrofoam cups； beer cans； plastic bags； and floating pieces of newspaper bobbed in the brown shallows at the bottom of the boatramp。 SKI ONLY IN CLOCKWISE DIRECTION read one sign and nearby was another： LET'S ALL HAVE FUN TOGETHER！ Endless ranks of moored houseboats lined the shore in either direction； enormous floating metal…sided RVs。 They were painted in garish colors…motel greens and yellows； polyester browns…and sported names like Li'l Injun and Dad's Desire。
〃What a place；〃 Holroyd said； stretching and looking around。
〃It's so hot；〃 Black said； wiping his brow。
As Swire went to help back the horsetrailers around； Nora noticed an incongruous sight： a black stretch limousine flying down the parking lot toward the docks。 The crowds noticed it too； and there was a small stir。 For a moment； Nora's heart sank。 Not Sloane Goddard； she thought； not in a limo。 She was relieved when the car came to a halt and a tall young man tumbled rather awkwardly out of the back； straightened up his skinny frame； and took in the marina through dark Ray…Bans。
Nora found herself staring at him。 He was not particularly handsome； but there was something striking in the high cheekbones； aquiline nose； and especially in the bemused； confident way he surveyed the scene before him。 His soft brown hair was wild； sticking out every which way； as if he had just climbed out of bed。 Who in the world can he be？ she wondered。
Several teenagers in the crowd instinctively moved toward him； and soon a crowd gathered。 Nora could see the man was talking animatedly。
Black followed her stare。 〃Wonder who that guy is？〃 he asked。
Tearing her glance away； Nora left the group to gather up their gear and went in search of Ricky Briggs； one of the marina's managers。 Her route to the marina headquarters took her past the limo； and she paused at the edge of the crowd； intrigued； glancing again at the man。 He was dressed in starchy new jeans； a red bandanna； and expensive alligator cowboy boots。 She could barely hear his voice over the hubbub of the crowd； making ments while he waved a paperback book in one hand。 As she watched； he scribbled an autograph in it； then handed it to a particularly ripe…looking girl in a string bikini。 The small crowd laughed and chattered and clamored for more books。
Nora turned to a woman standing at the fringe of the crowd。 〃Who is he？〃
〃Dunno；〃 the woman said； 〃but he's gotta be famous。〃
As she was about to walk on； Nora heard； quite distinctly； the words Nora Kelly。 She stopped。
〃It's a confidential project；〃 the man was saying in a nasal voice。 〃I can't talk about it； but you'll read about it soon enough…〃
Nora began pushing through the crowd。
〃…in the New York Times and in book form…〃
She elbowed past a heavyset man in flowered trunks。
〃…a fantastic expedition to the farthest corner of…〃
〃Hey！〃 Nora cried； bursting through the last of the crowd。 The young man looked down at her； surprise and consternation on his face。 Then he broke into a smile。 〃You must be…〃
She grabbed his hand and began pulling him through the crowd。
〃My luggage…〃 he said。
〃Just shut the hell up；〃 she retorted； dragging him through the stragglers at the edge of the crowd； who parted before her fury。
〃Just hold on a minute…〃 the man began。
Nora continued to pull him across the tarmac toward the horse trailers； leaving the perplexed crowd behind to disperse。
〃I'm Bill Smithback；〃 the man said； trying to extend his hand as he skipped alongside of her。
〃I know who you are。 Just what the hell do you mean； making a spectacle of yourself？〃
〃A little advance publicity never hurt…〃
〃Publicity！〃 Nora cried。 She stopped at the horse trailer and faced him； breathing hard。
〃Did I do something wrong？〃 Smithback said； looking innocent； and holding a book up to his chest like a shield。
〃Wrong？ You arrive here in a limo； like some kind of movie star…〃
〃I got it cheap at the airport。 And besides； it's hot as hell out here： limos have excellent air conditioning…〃
〃This expedition；〃 Nora interrupted； 〃is supposed to be confidential。〃
〃But I didn't reveal anything；〃 he protested。 〃I just signed a few books。〃
Nora felt herself beginning to boil over。 〃You may not have told them where Quivira is； but you sure as hell alerted them that something's going on。 I wanted to get in and out of here as quietly as possible。〃
〃I am here to write a book； after all； and…〃
〃One more stunt like that and there won't be a book。〃
Smithback fell silent。
Suddenly Black appeared out of nowhere with an ingratiating smile； hand extended。 〃Delighted to meet you； Mr。 Smithback；〃 he said。 〃Aaron Black。 I'm looking forward to working with you。〃
Smithback shook the proffered hand。
Nora watched with irritation。 She was seeing a side of Black that wasn't obvious from the SAA meetings。 She turned to Smithback。 〃Go tell your chauffeur to bring your stuff and put it with the rest。 And keep a low profile； okay？〃
〃He's not exactly my chauffeur…〃
〃Do you understand？〃
〃Hey； does that hole in your head have an off switch？〃 Smithback asked。 〃Because it's getting a little strident for my tender ears。〃
She glared at him。
〃Okay！ Okay。 I understand。〃
Nora watched as he went shambling off toward the limousine； head drooping in mock embarrassment。 Soon he was back； carrying a large duffel。 He slung it on the pile and turned to Nora with a grin； bemused posure regained。 〃This place is perfect；〃 he said； glancing around。 〃Central Station。〃
Nora looked at him。
〃You know；〃 he explained； 〃Central Station。 That squalid little spot in Heart of Darkness。 The last outpost of civilization where people stopped before heading off into the African interior。〃
Nora shook her head and walked toward a nearby plex of stuccoed buildings overlooking the water。 She found Ricky Briggs ensconced in a messy office； a short； overweight man yelling into a telephone。 〃Goddamned Texican assholes；〃 he said； slamming the phone into its cradle as Nora entered。 He looked up； his gaze traveling slowly up and down her body。 Nora felt herself b
