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It was a relief when the Teacher raised his head。 He took Vernon's hands and enclosed them within his own。 His blue eyes were unusually bright。
〃Few are given the opportunity that you have been given； Vernon。 You must not let this opportunity pass you by。〃
〃How so？〃
The Teacher stood and spoke with power and resonance in his voice。 〃We need to recover that inheritance。 We need to recover it now。
8
By the time Tom had finished doctoring the sick horse； the sun was setting over Toh Ateen mesa； casting long golden shadows across the sagebrush and chamisa。 Beyond rose up a thousand…foot wall of sculpted sandstone； glowing red in the dying light。 Tom gave the animal another quick lookover and patted him on the neck。 He turned to the Navajo girl…the horse's owner。 〃He's going to make it。 Just a touch of sand colic。〃
She broke into a relieved smile。
〃Right now he's hungry。 Lead him around the corral a few times and then give him a scoop of psyllium mixed in with his oats。 Let him water afterwards。 Wait half an hour； then give him some hay。 He'll be fine。〃
The Navajo grandmother who had ridden on horseback five miles to the vet clinic to get him…the road was washed out； as usual…took his hand。 〃Thank you； doctor。〃
Tom gave a little bow。 〃At your service。〃 He thought ahead to the ride back to Bluff with anticipation。 He was glad the road had washed out； giving him the excuse for a long ride。 It had wasted half his day； but the trail had taken him through some of the most beautiful red…rock country in the Southwest； through the Jurassic sandstone beds known as the Morrison Formation； rich with dinosaur fossils。 There were a lot of remote canyons running up into Toh Ateen mesa； and Tom wondered if any paleontologists had ever explored up there。 Probably not。 Someday； he thought； he'd take a little side trip up one of those canyons 。。。
He shook his head and smiled to himself。 The desert was a fine place to clear your mind； and he had had a lot of clearing to do。 This crazy business with his father had been the biggest shock of his life。
〃What do we owe you； doctor？〃 the grandmother asked； breaking his reverie。
Tom glanced around at the shabby tar…paper hogan； the broken…down car half sunk in tumbleweeds； the skinny sheep milling in the pen。
〃Five dollars。〃
The woman fished into her velveteen blouse and removed some soiled dollar bills； counting out five for him。
Tom had touched his hat and had just turned to get his horse when he noticed a tiny cloud of dust on the horizon。 The two Navajos had also noticed it。 A horse and rider were approaching fast from the north； from the direction he had e； the dark speck getting bigger in the great golden bowl of the desert。 He wondered if it was Shane； his vet partner。 It alarmed him。 It would have to be one hell of an emergency for Shane to ride out there to get him。
As the figure materialized； he realized it wasn't Shane but a woman。 And she was riding his horse Knock。
The woman trotted into the settlement； covered with dust from her journey； the horse lathered up and blowing。 She stopped and swung down。 She had been riding bareback without even a bridle across almost eight miles of empty desert。 Absolutely； totally crazy。 And what was she doing with his best horse and not one of Shane's glue…plugs？ He was going to kill Shane。
She strode toward him。 〃I'm Sally Colorado；〃 she said。 〃I tried to find you at your clinic； but your partner said you'd ridden out here。 So here I am。〃 With a rustle of honey…colored hair； she held out her hand。 Tom； caught off guard； took it。 Her hair had spilled down her shoulders over a white cotton shirt； now powdered with dust。 The shirt was tucked in at a slender waist； which itself was snugged into a pair of jeans。 There was a faint scent of peppermint about her。 When she smiled it seemed her eyes had changed color from green to blue； so bright was the effect。 She wore a pair of turquoise earrings； but the color in her eyes was even richer than the color of the stone。
After a moment Tom realized he was still holding her hand； and released it。
〃I just had to find you；〃 she said。 〃I couldn't wait。〃
〃An emergency？〃
〃It's not a vet emergency； if that's what you mean。〃
〃Then what kind of emergency is it？〃
〃I'll tell you on the ride back。〃
〃Damn it；〃 Tom exploded； 〃I can't believe Shane let you take my best horse and ride it like that； without a saddle or bridle。 You could have been killed！〃
〃Shane didn't give him to me。〃 The girl smiled。
〃How did you get him； then？〃
〃I stole him。〃
It took a moment of consternation before Tom could bring himself to laugh。
The sun had set by the time they headed north； riding together； back to Bluff。 For a while they rode in silence； and then Tom finally said； 〃All right。 Let's hear what was so important that you had to steal a horse for it and risk your neck。〃
〃Well 。。。〃 she hesitated。
〃I'm all ears； Miss 。。。 Colorado。 If that's really your name。〃
〃It's an odd name； I know。 My great…grandfather was in vaudeville。 He did the patent medicine circuit dressed as an Indian； and he took Colorado as his stage name。 It was better than our old name…Smith…and so it kind of stuck。 Call me Sally。〃
〃All right； Sally。 Let's hear your story。〃 Tom found himself watching her ride with a feeling of pleasure。 She looked like she'd been born on a horse。 A lot of money must have gone into that straight； easy； and centered seat of hers。
〃I'm an anthropologist；〃 Sally began。 〃More specifically； I'm an ethnopharmacologist。 I study indigenous medicine with Professor Julian Clyve at Yale。 He was the man who cracked Mayan hieroglyphics a few years ago。 A really brilliant piece of work。 It was in all the papers。〃
〃No doubt。〃 She had a sharp； clean profile； a small nose； and a funny way of sticking out her lower lip。 She had a little dimple when she smiled； but only on one side of her mouth。 Her hair was dark gold； and it bent in a glistening curve over her slender shoulders before heading down her back。 She was an amazingly beautiful woman。
〃Professor Clyve has assembled the largest collection of Mayan writing in existence； a library of every inscription known in ancient Mayan。 It consists of rubbings from stone inscriptions； pages from Mayan codices； and copies of inscriptions on pots and tablets。 His library is consulted by scholars from all over the world。〃
Tom could just see the doddering old pedagogue shuffling among his heaps of dusty manuscripts。
〃The greatest of the Mayan inscriptions were contained in what we call codices。 They were the original books of the Maya； written in glyphs on bark paper。 The Spanish burned most of them as books of the devil； but a couple of inplete codices managed to survive here and there。 A plete Mayan codex has never been found。 Last year； Professor Clyve found this in the back of a filing cabinet that belonged to one of his deceased colleagues。〃
She drew a folded sheet of paper out of her breast pocket and handed it to him。 Tom took it。 It was an old； yellowing photocopy of a page of a manuscript written in hieroglyphics； with some drawings of leaves and flowers in the margins。 It looked vaguely familia