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Show Remember? 75 No, actually, on second thought, I don't. Let's trust our night vision, remember, like we used to do on La Sal. This i s n ' t any forest, lady. This is a helluva big canyon. That would be f l i r t i n g with trouble. So? Are you crazy? See, you think so too, just like Jim does. I dare you. Well, the moon's bright enough. We ought to be okay. That's more like i t , more like things used to be. As they started up the t r a i l , a breeze began to whistle through the rock spires that surrounded them. The moon's light cut shafts between the druid-like pillars and patterned the t r a i l. Let's play hopscotch, she said, jumping across black shadows to white strips of light. Don't you ever get tired? Not when I'm with my favorite brother. Your only brother. I feel like I'm innocent when I'm with you. The t r a i l narrowed to edge past a wall of sheer stone. We've got to stop here, Anne said, putting her ear against the wall. We need to listen for the spirits to whisper secrets from the Anasazi. Messages from the past Mark hunched down against the rock and cradled his ear on the smooth surface. I was an Indian maiden once, she chanted, imitating the ritual voice of a wizened shaman. I was the most beautiful daughter of the chief, until |
