social stigma。 It was unnatural； and therefore suspicious。 From far behind him on the mesa came the voice of the owl。 Ta…whoo； it said。 Whoo。
Where； then； was the motive？ There was something about all this that seemed strangely un…Navajo。 But the big man who drove the Land…Rover was one of The People。 Leaphorn was sure of that； remembering the face in Shoemaker's。 There had been times at first at Arizona State when Leaphorn had trouble with the faces of white men。 He had noticed only the roundness of their eyes and their paleness and all Belacani had looked alike to him。 But he had no trouble with the faces of the Dinee。 The Big Man had the face and the frame of a Tuba City Navajo…heavy…boned without the delicacy and softness added by the Pueblo blood mixture。 And he wore braids。 The trademark of the man who held to the Navajo Way。 But why were the braids so short？
Leaphorn thought about that for a moment。 And abruptly he again had an answer。 Not all of it。 But enough to make him urge the horse down the ridgeline much faster than the tired animal wanted to move。 Enough to tell him that Billy Nez； hunting his witch in the Lukachukai canyons； might actually find one to his mortal danger。 Enough to tell him that he must be at the hogan of Charley Nez at dawn。 There he would pick up the boy's trail。 The unshod horse should be easy to follow。
Mars rose over the black outline of Toh…Chin…Lini Butte as he loped across the Chinle breaks； his mood matching the gathering darkness。 He was remembering his words to the Big Navajo at Shoemaker's…the casual words which he now was sure had caused Luis Horseman to die。
Chapter 16
Bergen McKee had been dreaming。 He stood detached from himself； watching his figure moving slowly across a frozen lake； knowing with the dreamer's omniscience that there was no water under the ice…only emptiness…and dreading the nightmare plunge which would inevitably e。 And then the raucous cawing of the ravens mixed with the dream and broke it and suddenly he was awake。
He sat motionless for a second； perplexed by the dim light and the blank wall before him。 Then full consciousness flooded back and with it the awareness that he was sitting； cold and stiff； on the dusty floor of a room in the Anasazi cliff dwelling。
McKee pushed his back up against the wall and looked at Ellen Leon； lying limply opposite him； face to the wall； breathing evenly in her sleep。 He looked at his watch。 It was almost five； which meant he had slept about six hours and that it would soon be full dawn on the mesa above the canyon。 With that thought came a quick sense of urgency。
He looked at his hand； tightly wrapped now in bandage； and then glanced quickly around the room。 The enclosure was much too large for living quarters。 It had been built either as a munal meeting place for one of the pueblo's warrior secret societies or as a storeroom for grain…three stone walls built out from the face of the cliff and； like the cliff； sloping slightly inward at the top。。 The only way out was the way they had e in…through a crawl hole in the roof where the wall joined the cliff。 And there was no way to reach the hole without the ladder…the ladder which the Big Navajo had carefully withdrawn after leaving them here。
Outside； a raven cawed again and then there was silence。 McKee leaned against the wall and tried to sort it out。
Whatever was happening here was the product of meticulous planning。 That was clear。 Behind the brush at the foot of the cliff there had been four sections of aluminum…alloy ladder。 The man called Eddie had fit them quickly together； fastened them with bolts and wing nuts； and they reached exactly from a massive sandstone block at the top of the talus slope to this shelf。 If the ladder was not custom…built for the purpose； at least the bolt holes had been drilled with this cliff dwelling in mind。
And； when they had reached the top； Eddie had pulled up the ladder； and laid it carefully out of sight。 The action obviously had long since bee habit。 It would leave anyone passing below no hint that this cleft was occupied。 It was equally obvious that the peculiar hide…out had been occupied for weeks。 Behind a screen of bushes which grew back from the ledge under the overhanging cliff there was all the equipment for a permanent camp…a two…burner kerosene stove； a half…dozen five…gallon cans and a tarp stretched low to the ground protecting cartons and boxes。 And there had been two bedrolls。 Whoever else was involved must sleep somewhere else； perhaps directing this operation from somewhere outside。 From what Eddie had said； others would tell them when they could leave。
And whoever they were； they had a radio transmitter。 After Eddie had fished cans of meat and beans from under the tarp and fed them and started him soaking his hand in a pot of steaming water； the Big Navajo had climbed back down the ladder。 He had sat for a long time in the Land…Rover and when he returned he had news。
McKee rubbed his knuckles across his forehead； remembering exactly。 The big man had been grinning when he walked up to where Eddie was sitting…grinning broadly。
〃Girlie says maybe tomorrow afternoon will do it；〃 the Navajo had said。 Eddie had looked pleased； but he had said something nonmittal。 Something like Girlie's been wrong before。 No。 It was Girlie's been wrong three times； because the Indian had laughed then and said； 〃Fourth time's the charm for us。 It had occurred to McKee then that if these men were leaving tomorrow they would no longer need a letter written by him： Once they had finished what they had e to do and had left this canyon why would it matter if someone came looking for Canfield and Miss Leon and himself？ It would only matter that no one be left alive to describe them。 Thinking that； he had decided to throw the water pot at the Big Navajo and jump Eddie； trying for Eddie's pistol。 He hadn't thought he would get the pistol； but there would be nothing to lose in trying。 And then the Navajo had baffled him again。
〃Dr。 McKee；〃 he had said； 〃I think we'd better try to get that knuckle of yours back into joint； and tie it up with a splint。 I'm going to be busy tomorrow； but by tomorrow night I'll want to get that writing done。〃
Thinking about it now； McKee was still puzzled。 Eddie had carried a section of the ladder to the cliff ruin and they had climbed against the overhang to the top of this wall。。。 and then down into the pitch darkness of this room。 The Navajo had told him to sit on the floor and hold out his hand。 He had argued with the Indian that the joint was broken； not just dislocated。
The Navajo had laughed。 〃They feel like that when they're pulled out； but we can get it back in the socket。〃
The big man had squatted beside him； with Eddie holding the flashlight from above； and had taken McKee's swollen right hand in both of his own； and suddenly there had been pain beyond endurance。 When he had returned to awareness； Miss Leon was holding his head and his hand was tightly wrapped。 He had been sick then； violently sick； and then they had talked。
〃Where did they go？〃 McKee had asked。 It was almost totally dark in the windowless room； with only a small spot of moonlight reflecting through the roof hole relieving the blackness。
〃I heard them a little while ago；〃 Miss Leon had said。 〃I think they were both out there where their sleeping rolls are。 And then I heard what sounded like the ladder being moved。〃
〃I guess they climbed down；〃 McKee said。
There was a long silence。 McKee felt her shoe against his leg。 The touch seemed somehow personal； and intimate； and forting。
〃Dr。 McKee。〃 Her voice was very small。 〃I didn't hear all of what you and that Navajo said when we were at Dr。 Canfield's camper。 Dr。 Canfield's body was in there； wasn't it？ He killed Dr。 Canfield？〃
〃Yes；〃 McKee said。 There was no use trying to lie to her。 〃I guess he did。〃
〃Then he'll kill us； too；〃 she said。
〃No；〃 McKee said。 〃We'll find a way out。〃 He could think of no possible way。
〃There isn't any way out；〃 Miss Leon said。 〃It would take a magician to get out of this。〃
McKee was glad it was dark。 Judging from the sound of her voice； she was on the ragged edge of tears。
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