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The sound of running footsteps rang out against stone。 Nora shrank quickly behind the pole ladder propped against the tower； trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible。 In the darkness； it was impossible to tell where the footsteps had e from。 She needed time to think； to determine a plan of action。 Now that Sloane was in the city； perhaps there was a way for her to sneak back to the ladder； descend into the valley； get Smithback； and 。 。 。
Footsteps again； much louder now； gasping breath； and then； ing around from the front side of the tower； was Sloane。
Nora glanced around in fresh desperation： the midden heap； the back alley leading to the Crawlspace； the benchland trail that led out to the narrow circuit above the valley。 Every one was a dead end。 There was nowhere left to run。 Slowly； she turned back toward Sloane； steeling herself for the inevitable： the roar of the gun； the sudden lance of pain。
But Sloane was crouched at the base of the tower； peering cautiously around its front edge。 Her left hand was clenched against her heaving chest； her gun hand was pointed； not at Nora； but out into the darkness of the plaza。
〃Nora； listen；〃 Sloane gasped over her shoulder。 〃There's something after us。〃
〃Something？〃 Nora echoed。
〃Something horrible。〃
Nora stared at Sloane。 What kind of a trick is this？ she wondered。
Sloane remained crouched； gun pointed out into the plaza。 She glanced back at Nora for a moment； and even in the darkness Nora could see fear； disbelief； nascent panic in the almond eyes。
〃For God's sake； watch behind us！〃 Sloane begged； returning her own gaze to the plaza。
Nora looked quickly back down the direction from which she'd run。 Her mouth had gone dry。
〃Listen； Nora； please；〃 she heard Sloane whisper； struggling to get her breathing under control。 〃Swire and Bonarotti have disappeared。 I think we're the only ones left。 And now； it's after us。〃
〃What's after us？〃 Nora asked。 But even as she phrased the question； she realized she already knew the answer。
〃If we separate； we're dead；〃 Sloane said。 〃The only chance we have is to stick together。〃
Nora stared out into the darkness； past the midden heap； toward the granaries and the hidden maw of the Crawlspace。 She struggled to keep the panic from clamping down and freezing her limbs。 The woman at her back； she knew； had brought tragedy to the expedition； caused Aragon's death； murdered Smithback in cold blood。 But right now； she could not afford to think about that。 Now； she could think only of the dreadful apparition that； at any moment； could e scuttling toward her out of the black。
The city was full of recesses in which they could hide。 But hiding in the dark was not the answer。 It would be just a matter of time until the skinwalker tracked them down。 What they needed was some defensible place where they could hold out for at least a while。 Daybreak might afford a fresh set of options。 。 。 。
In that instant； she realized that there was nowhere to go。 Nowhere； except up。
〃The tower；〃 she said。
Sloane turned quickly to her。 The question in her eyes disappeared as she followed Nora's gaze toward the structure that reared above them。
Grasping the pole ladder； Nora scrambled up to the small second…story rooftop。 Sloane followed； kicking the ladder away behind her。 They dashed through the low crumbling doorway and into the enfolding darkness of the great tower。
Nora paused within； digging out her flashlight and shining it into the rectangle of darkness above them。 The sight was terrifying： a series of rickety pole ladders； balanced on ledges of projecting stone； rising into the darkness。 To climb； she would have to place one foot on a series of projecting stones that ascended the inside wall； and the other foot on the notches of the poles。 There were three series of ladders； one above the other； separated by the narrow stone shelves that ran around the inner walls of the tower。 It had been deliberately designed to be the most precarious climb possible。
On the other hand； if they could just reach the redoubt at the top； they might be able to hold the skinwalker off。 The Anasazi had built this tower for a single purpose： defense。 Sloane had a gun。 And they might even find a cache of stones at the top that could be lobbed down into the tower。
〃Go on！〃 Sloane whispered urgently。
Nora checked her flashlight。 Its beam was growing feeble。 But she had no choice： they could not make the climb in total darkness。 Sliding the lit flashlight into her shirt pocket； she reached for the first pole； testing its sturdiness。 Taking a deep breath； she placed a foot in the first notch。 Her other foot went on the first small stump of rock； projecting from the tower wall across from the notch。 She hoisted herself up； spreadeagled over open space。 She climbed as fast as she dared； trying not to think of the swaying of the pole under her weight； creaking with dry rot and shedding powdered wood。 Sloane followed behind； her frantic climbing shaking the brittle structure still further。
Reaching the first platform； Nora stopped to catch her breath。 As she crouched； gasping； she heard a faint clatter from outside the tower： the sound of a pole ladder being thrust up against adobe walls。
Instantly； Nora leaped for the second pole； Sloane following。 She scrambled upward； vaulting up the swaying pole； listening to the crackling and splitting of wood beneath her feet。 This ladder felt much less secure than the first。 As she neared the top； she felt its supports beginning to give way。 She threw herself onto the second shelf； gasping and crying。
Just then； she heard the patter of footsteps below。 A dark form momentarily blotted out the dim rectangle of light at the entrance to the tower。 Beside her； Sloane cursed under her breath。
For an instant； Nora found herself unable to move； as the terror of the encounter in the abandoned ranch house returned to her in full force。 Then she was shocked back to the present by the deafening blast of a pistol shot。 The echoes died crazily within the confines of the tower。 Heart in her mouth； Nora angled the flashlight downward。 The figure was swarming up the first ladder； swift and sure。 Sloane raised her weapon again。
〃Save your bullets for the top！〃 Nora cried。 She urged Sloane onto the third and final ladder； its ancient geometry faint in the beam of her light。
〃What the hell are you doing？〃 Sloane whispered。
But Nora simply pushed her up the ladder without a word。 It was time to take a desperate chance。
Taking a firm hold on the stone shelf； she drew her leg back and kicked at the bracing of the second pole as hard as she could。 She felt it shudder with the impact。 She kicked at it a second time； then a third。 Below； she could hear a desperate scrabbling as the figure rode the shaking structure。 Summoning all her strength； Nora kicked at the pole once again。 With a shriek of rending wood； the pole lurched outward about six inches； whipsawing itself into a notch of rock。 Nora heard a muffled roar from below。 Chancing another look down； she saw the skinwalker lose its grip and begin to fall away toward the base of the tower。 Then； catlike； it lashed out； grasping a set of supports。 It clung there for a moment； swinging in and out of the dying beam of Nora's light。 Then； with careful deliberation； it began climbing toward her again。 Nora kicked out once more； trying to knock the pole away pletely； but it was now jammed fast。
She leaped for the third pole and climbed； arms and legs protesting； toward the third shelf and the hole leading to the redoubt at the top of the tower。 Moments later she was onto the ledge。 From the small room beyond； Sloane reached out a hand to help her in。
Crouching beneath the low ceiling； Nora swept her flashlight around the room。 It was tiny； perhaps four by six feet。 Above her head； a small ragged hole led up onto the roof of the tower。 A disarticulated skeleton lay in a heap against one wall。 Her heart sank as she saw there were no stones； no weapons…nothing they could use to defend themselves except a few useless bones。
But they still had the gun。
Shielding the flashlight； Nora leaned bac