p&c.thunderhead-第22部分
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Sloane looked at her with her lazy smile。 〃Sorry about that；〃 she said； putting aside the empty plate and leaning back； coat thrown open to expose a checked cotton shirt。 〃I was delayed back at Princeton by a failing student。 I've never failed anybody； and I didn't want to start now。 I worked with him until it became too late to mess with mercial airlines。〃
〃You had us worried back there at the marina。〃
Sloane sat up。 〃You didn't get my message？〃
〃No。〃
〃I left it with somebody named Briggs。 Said he'd pass it along。〃
〃Must have slipped his mind；〃 said Nora。
Sloane's grin widened。 〃It's a busy place。 Well； you did the right thing； leaving without me。〃
Swire brought the horses back down the canyon from their grazing ground； and Nora went over to help with the saddling。 To her surprise； Sloane followed behind and joined in； deftly saddling two horses to Swire's three。 They tied the horses to some brush as Swire started on the pack animals； throwing on the pads and sawbuck packsaddles； hooking on the panniers； carefully balancing the more awkward equipment； throwing a manty over each load and tying it down。 As soon as each horse was packed they passed it to Sloane； who brought it upcanyon。 Bonarotti was packing the last of the cooking gear； while Smithback was stretched out fortably nearby； debating with the cook whether béarnaise or bordelaise was the more noble sauce for medallions of beef。
At last； Nora stood back from the final horse； breathing hard； and looked at her watch。 It was just past eleven： still enough time for a decent ride； but short enough to help break in the greenhorns。 She glanced at Swire。 〃Want to give them their first lesson？〃
〃Now's as good a time as any；〃 he said； hitching up his pants and looking at the group。 〃Who here knows anything about riding？〃
Black began to raise his hand。
〃I do；〃 said Smithback instantly。
Swire ranged his eyes across Smithback； his mustache drooping skeptically。 〃That right？〃 he said； spitting a stream of tobacco。
〃Well； I did； anyway；〃 the writer returned。 〃It's like riding a bike； it'll e back fast。〃
Nora thought she saw Swire grin beneath his droopy mustache。 〃Now the first thing is the introductions。〃
There was a puzzled moment while Swire gazed around the group。 〃These two horses are mine； the buckskin and the sorrel。 Mestizo and Sweetgrass。 Since Mr。 Smithback here's an experienced rider； I'm gonna give him Hurricane Deck to ride and Beetlebum to pack。〃
There was a sudden guffaw from Black； with an unfortable silence from Smithback。
〃Any special significance to the names？〃 Smithback asked with exaggerated nonchalance。
〃Nothing in particular；〃 said Swire。 〃Just a few habits they have； is all。 You got a problem with those two fine horses？〃
〃Oh； no； no way；〃 said Smithback a little weakly； eyeing the big shaggy gray horse and its strawberry roan panion。
〃They've only killed a few greenhorns； and they were all New Yorkers。 We don't have any New Yorkers here； do we？〃
〃Certainly not；〃 Smithback said； pulling on the brim of his hat。
〃Now for Dr。 Black here； I've got Locoweed and Hoosegow。 For Nora； I've got my best mare； Fiddlehead。 Crow Bait will be your pack horse。 Don't let the name fool you： he may be an ugly； coon…footed； ewe…necked； mule…hipped cayuse； but he'll pack two hundred pounds from here to the gates of hell； no problem。〃
〃Let's hope he doesn't have to go that far；〃 Nora replied。
Swire parceled out the horses according to ability and temperament； and soon everyone was holding a pair of horses by the halters and reins。 Nora lofted herself into the saddle； Goddard and Aragon following her example。 Nora could see from Sloane's lightly balanced seat that she was an expert horsewoman。 The rest stood around； looking nervous。
Swire turned to the group。 〃Well；〃 he said； 〃what's taking you？ Git on up！〃
There was some grunting and nervous hopping； but soon everyone was sitting in the saddle； some slouched； some ramrod straight。 Aragon was moving his horse around； backing him up； turning him on the forehand； another clearly experienced rider。
〃Just don't make me unlearn any bad habits；〃 Smithback said； sitting on Hurricane Deck。 〃I like to steer with the saddlehorn。〃
Swire ignored this。 〃Lesson number one。 Hold the reins in your left hand； and the pack…horse lead rope in your right。 It's simple。〃
〃Yeah；〃 said Smithback； 〃like driving two cars at once。〃
Holroyd； sitting awkwardly on his horse； let out a nervous bray of laughter； then fell silent abruptly； glancing at Nora。
〃How are you doing； Peter？〃 Nora asked him。
〃I prefer motorcycles；〃 he said； shifting unfortably。
Swire walked over first to Holroyd； then Black； correcting their postures and grips。 〃Don't let the lead rope get wedged under your horse's tail；〃 he said to Black； who was letting his rope droop dangerously。 〃Or you might find your horse with a sudden bellyful of bedsprings。〃
〃Yes； yes； of course；〃 Black said； hastily drawing in the slack。
〃Nora plans to ride point；〃 Swire said。 〃That's up front； for you dudes。 I'll ride drag。 And Dr。 Goddard over there； she'll ride swing。〃 He leaned over and looked at Sloane。 〃Where'd you learn to ride？〃
〃Here and there；〃 Sloane smiled。
〃Well； I guess you've done a bit of here…ing and thereing。〃
〃Remind me how to steer；〃 Black said； clutching the reins。
〃First； give your horse some slack。 Now move your reins back and forth； like this。 The horse gets his cue when he feels one rein or the other touch his neck。〃 He looked around。 〃Any questions？〃
There were none。 The air had grown sullen in the late morning heat； smelling of sego lilies and cedar。
〃Well； then； let's jingle our spurs。〃
Nora put heels to her horse and rode forward； Holroyd and the rest falling into place behind her。
〃You've taken a reading？〃 she asked Holroyd。
He nodded and smiled at her； patting the laptop puter that peeped； wildly out of place； from one of his weathered saddlebags。 Nora took a final look at her map。 Then she nudged her horse forward and they headed into the sandstone wilderness。
17
THEY MOVED UP SERPENTINE CANYON SINGLE file； crossing and recrossing the little creek that flowed in its bottom。 On both sides of the canyon； windblown sand had piled up against the stone cliffs in drifts； covered with a scattering of grass and desert flowers。 Here and there they passed juniper trees； stunted and coiled into fantastic shapes。 Elsewhere； blocks of sandstone had e loose from the canyon walls and spilled across its bottom； creating piles of rubble the horses had to pick through with care。 Canyon wrens flitted about in the shadows； and swallows darted out from beneath overhanging lips of sandstone； their mud nests like warts on the underside of the rock。 A few white clouds drifted past the canyon rims； a quarter mile above their heads。 The group followed silently behind Nora； lost in this strange new world。
Nora inhaled deeply。 The gentle rocking motion of Fiddlehead felt familiar and forting。 She glanced at the animal。 She was a twelve…year…old sorrel； clearly an experienced dude horse； wise and melancholy。 As they proceeded； she proved herself sure…footed in the rocks； putting her nose down and picking her way with the utmost attention to self…preservation。 While she was far from handsome； she was strong and sensible。 Except for Hurricane Deck； Sloane's horse pa？ero； and Swire's own two mounts； the horses were similar to Nora's： not very pretty； but solid ranch stock。 She approved of Swire's judgment； her experience growing up had given her a low opinion of expensive； overbred horses who looked great in the show ring but couldn't wait to kill themselves in the mountains。 She remembered her father buying and selling horses with his usual flair and bluster； turning away pampered animals； saying We don't want any of those country…club horses around here； do we； Nora？
She twisted in the saddle to look back at the other riders trailing behind her； pack horses in tow。 While some of the riders； notably Black and Holroyd； looked lumpy and unbalanced； the rest looked petent； particularly Sloane Goddard； who moved up and down the line with ease； checking cinches and giving suggestions。
And Smithback was a surprise。 Hurricane Deck was clearly a spirited horse； and there were a few tense moments at first while Smithback's oaths and imprecations filled the air。 But Smithback knew enough to show the horse who was boss； and he was now riding confidently。 He may be full of himself； she thought； but he looks pretty good on a horse。
〃Where'd you learn to ride？〃 she called back。
〃I spent a couple of years at a prep school in Arizona；〃 the writer answered。 〃I was a sickly； whining brat of a kid； and my parents thought it would make a man of me。 I arrived late the first term； and all the horses were taken except this one big old guy named Turpin。 He'd chewed on barbed wire at some point and torn his tongue； and it was always hanging out； this long pink disgusting thing。 So nobody wanted him。 But Turpin was the fastest horse at the school。 We'd race down the dry creekbeds or bush…bend through the desert； and Turpin always won。〃 He shook his head at the memory； chuckling。
Suddenly； the smile on his face was replaced with a look of shock。 〃What the hell？〃 He spun around。 Following his gaze； Nora saw Smithback's pack horse； Beetlebum； dart back。 A rope of saliva was dripping off Smithback's leg。
〃That damn horse just tried to bite me！〃 Smithback roared； full of indignation。 The pack horse looked back； his face a picture of surprised innocence。
〃That old Beetlebum；〃 said Swire； shaking his head affectionately。 〃He's sure got a sense of humor。〃
Smithback wiped his leg。 〃So I see。〃
After another half hour of uneventful riding Nora brought the group to a halt。 From an aluminum tube tied to her saddle； she removed the U。S。G。S。 topo onto which Holroyd had superimposed the radar data。 She examined it for a moment； then motioned him over。
〃Time for a GPS reading；〃 she said。 She knew that six miles up Serpentine Canyon they had to branch off into a smaller canyon； marked HARD TWIST on the map。 The trick would be identifyi
