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Black felt his gut seize up in sudden fear。 But Sloane simply returned the cowboy's gaze with a cool one of her own。 〃What about it？〃 she asked。
〃That flash flood came down twenty minutes after you reported clear weather。〃
Sloane waited； staring at Swire； deliberately letting the unfortable tension build。 〃You of all people know how localized； how unpredictable； the weather is out here；〃 she said at last； more coldly now。
Black could see the faltering certainty in Swire's face。
〃There's no way of knowing just where the water came from；〃 Sloane continued。 〃The storm could have e from anywhere。〃
Swire seemed to digest this for a moment。 Then he said； in a lower tone： 〃You can see a whole lot of anywhere from the top of that canyon。〃
Sloane leaned toward him。 〃Are you calling me a liar； Roscoe？〃
There was something so subtly menacing in her silky tone that Black saw Swire draw back。 〃I ain't calling you nothing。 But last I heard； Nora said we wasn't to open up that kiva。〃
〃Last I heard； you were the horse wrangler；〃 Sloane said icily。 〃This is a decision that does not concern you。〃
Swire looked at her； his jaw working。 Then he stood up abruptly； drawing away from the group。
〃You say Nora will be remembered if we open this kiva；〃 he spat out。 〃But that ain't true。 It's you that'll be remembered。 And you damn well know it。〃
And with that； he walked out of camp and disappeared among the cottonwoods。
53
BLACK PULLED HIMSELF UP THE LAST RUNG of the rope ladder with a grunt and stepped onto the rocky floor of Quivira； slinging the small bag of equipment beside him。 Sloane had gone ahead； and was waiting at the city's retaining wall； but on impulse Black turned around once again to survey the valley。 It was hard to believe that； barely four hours before； he had stood at this same spot and witnessed the flash flood。 Now； afternoon light； fresh and innocent； glowed off the walls of the canyon。 The air was cool； and perfumed with moisture from the rain。 Birds were chirping。 The camp had been cleaned up and supplies moved to high ground。 The only signs of the catastrophe were the torrent of rushing water that divided the small valley like a brown scar； and the appalling wreckage of trees and earthen bank that lay along and within it。
He turned away and approached Sloane； who had arrayed her gear along the retaining wall and was giving it a final inspection。 He noticed that she had snugged the camp's spare pistol into her belt。
〃What's that for？〃 he asked； pointing at the weapon。
〃Remember what happened to Holroyd？〃 Sloane replied； eyes on the gear。 〃Or the gutted horses？ I don't want any nasty surprises while we're documenting that kiva。〃
Black paused a moment； thinking。 〃What about Swire？〃 he asked。
〃What about him？〃
Black looked at her。 〃He didn't seem too enthusiastic about all this。〃
Sloane shrugged。 〃He's a hired hand。 He has nothing to say that anybody would want to hear。 Once our find bees known； it'll be front…page news across the country for a week； and in the Southwest for a month。〃 She took his hand； gave it a squeeze； smiled。 〃He'll fall into line。〃
Bonarotti came into view at the top of the ladder； the oversized 。44 hanging from his side； digging tools slung over his shoulder。 Sloane withdrew her hand and turned to retrieve her gear。
〃Let's go；〃 she said。
With Bonarotti beside him； Black followed Sloane across the central plaza toward the rear of the dead city。 He could feel his heart beating fast in his chest。
〃Do you really think there's gold in that kiva？〃 Bonarotti asked。
Black turned to see the cook looking over at him。 For the first time that he could recall； Black saw animation； even strong emotion； in the man's face。
〃Yes； I do；〃 he replied。 〃I can't think of any other conclusion。 All the evidence points to it。〃
〃What will we do with it？〃
〃The gold？〃 Black asked。 〃The Institute will decide； of course。〃
Bonarotti fell silent； and for a moment； Black scrutinized the man's face。 It occurred to him that he really had no idea what motivated a man like Bonarotti。
It also occurred to him that； in all his constant dreaming about the kiva； he had never once thought about what might happen to the gold after the kiva was opened。 Perhaps it would be put on display at the Institute。 Perhaps it would tour the museum circuit； as King Tut's treasure had。 In point of fact； it didn't really matter； it was the find itself…the initial moment of discovery…that would make him a household name。
They made their way through the Crawlspace to the narrow passageway； then ducked into the inner sanctum。 Sloane set up two portable lamps beside the kiva； aiming them at the rock…filled entrance。 Then she stood back to prepare the camera while Black and Bonarotti laid out the tools。 As if from a distance； Black noticed that his movements were slow； careful； almost reverent。
And then； in unison； the two men turned toward Sloane。 She fixed the oversized camera to a tripod； then returned their glances。
〃I don't need to emphasize the importance of what we're about to do；〃 she said。 〃This kiva is the archaeological find of several lifetimes； and we're going to treat it as such。 We'll proceed by the book； documenting every step。 Luigi； you dig the sand and dust away from the doorway。 Do it very carefully。 Aaron； you can remove the rubble and stabilize the doorway。 But first； let me take a couple of exposures。〃
She ducked behind the camera； and the dark cavern was illuminated by a quick series of flashes。 Then she stepped away and nodded。
As Bonarotti picked up a shovel； Black turned his attention to the rock pile that covered the kiva's entrance。 The rocks had been jammed into place without mortar； and were clearly without archaeological significance； he could remove them by hand； without having to resort to time…consuming excavation techniques。 But they were heavy； and the muscles of his arms soon began to grow tired。 Although the rock pile itself was curiously free of the dust that had settled so thickly over the rest of the kiva's surface； Black still found breathing difficult： Bonarotti's shoveling quickly raised a choking cloud around the kiva's entrance。
Sloane maintained a supervisory position well back from the kiva； taking an occasional photograph； jotting notes in a journal； recording measurements。 Every now and then she would caution Bonarotti against growing too eager。 Once she even barked at Black when a stray rock fell against the kiva wall。 Almost imperceptibly； she had taken over the role of leader。 As he worked； Black realized that perhaps he should be annoyed by this； he had more experience and seniority by far。 But he was now too caught up in the excitement to care。 He had been the one to first speculate on the kiva's existence。 He had been the one to find it。 And his many future publications on the gold of the Anasazi would make that abundantly clear。 Besides； he and Sloane were a team now； and…
His thoughts were cut short by a racking cough。 He stepped back from the doorway for a moment； wiping his face with his sleeve。 The dust had risen to a miasmic thickness； and in the center of it all was Bonarotti； toiling with his shovel。 Slanted columns of dust hung in the beams of artificial light。 It was a scene worthy of Breughel。 Black looked over at Sloane； perched some distance away on a rock； scribbling her observations。 She looked up at him and flashed a brief； wry smile。
Taking a few more deep breaths； he waded back in。 The upper tier of rocks had been removed； and he began to work on the course below them。
Suddenly he stopped。 Behind the rocks； he could now make out a patch of reddish brown。
〃Sloane！〃 he called。 〃Take a look。〃
In a moment； she was beside him。 She waved away the dust and took several closeups with a handheld camera。
〃There's a mud seal behind these rocks；〃 she said。 Eagerness elevated her contralto voice to an artificially high pitch。 〃Clear the rocks away； please。 Be careful not to damage the seal in the process。〃
Now that Black had cleared the top of the doorway； the going was easier。 Within minutes； the seal was fully exposed： a large square of cl