p&c.thunderhead-第51部分
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ng there； watching them； Nora could not say。
A dog appeared over the ridge behind the man。 As it saw them； it broke into a flurry of outraged barking。 The man spoke a brief mand and it slunk behind his legs。
〃Oh； God；〃 Smithback said。 〃Here we are； hiding in the rocks。 This isn't going to look too good。〃
Nora waited in indecision。 The weight of her own gun felt heavy on her hips。 If this was one of the men who had attacked her； killed the horses 。 。 。
The man stood motionless as the late afternoon deepened。
〃You got us into this；〃 Smithback said。 〃What do we do now？〃
〃I don't know。 Say hello？〃
〃There's brilliance for you。〃 Smithback raised a tentative hand。 After a moment； the man on the ridge made a similar gesture。
Then he stepped down from the ridge and began walking toward them； a curious walk on stiff； long legs； the dog trotting behind him。
And then； in a instant of terrifying speed； Nora saw him stop short； draw his gun； and fire。
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INSTINCTIVELY； NORA'S HAND DROPPED TO HER own weapon as the rattler's head blew apart in a spray of blood and venom。 She glanced from the snake to Smithback。 The writer's face was ashen； his gun drawn。
The man walked toward them with slow deliberate steps。 〃Jumpy； ain't you；〃 he said； holstering his gun。 〃These damned rattlers。 I know they keep the mice down； but when I go out to piss at night； I don't want to step on any mousehunting coontail。〃
He was an extraordinary…looking man。 His hair was long and white； and plaited in two long braids in the traditional Native American fashion。 A bandanna was tied around his head and formed into a bun to one side。 His pants； indescribably old but very clean； were at least eight inches too short。 Beneath； dusty； sticklike legs plunged sockless into a pair of red high…top sneakers； brand…new and laced up tight。 His shirt was beautifully made out of tanned buckskin； decorated with strips of fine beadwork； and a turquoise necklace circled his neck。 But it was the face above the necklace that most arrested Nora。 There was a gravity and dignity to the face； a gravity that seemed at variance with the glittering； amused liveliness of his black eyes。
〃You look a long way from home；〃 the man said in a thin； reedy voice； with the peculiar kind of clipped yet melodious tone mon to many native speakers in the Southwest。 〃Did you find what you needed in my camp？〃
Nora looked into the mercurial eyes。 〃We didn't disturb your camp；〃 she said。 〃We're searching for the person that murdered our horses。〃
The man gazed back steadily； the eyes narrowing slightly。 The good humor seemed to vanish。 For a moment； Nora wondered if he would raise his gun again； and she felt her right hand flex involuntarily。
Then the tension seemed to ease； and the man took a step forward。 〃It's a hard thing to lose horses；〃 he said。 〃I've got some cool water down there in camp； and some roasted jackrabbit and chiles。 Why don't you e along？〃 He paused。
〃We'd be happy to；〃 said Nora。 They followed him down the rockpile and into camp。 He gestured for them to find a seat on the nearby rocks； then he squatted by the fire and turned the jackrabbit。 He poked a stick into the ashes and pulled out several tinfoil…wrapped chiles； piling them at the edge of the fire to keep warm。 〃I heard you folks ing； so I decided to head on up there and check you out from above。 Don't get a lot of visitors out here； you know。 Pays to be careful。〃
〃Were we that obvious？〃 Smithback asked。
The man looked at him with cool brown eyes。
〃Really；〃 said Smithback。 〃That obvious； huh？〃
The man pulled a canteen out of the sand in the shadow of a rock and passed it to Nora。 She accepted the water silently； realizing how thirsty she was。 The man stirred the ashes of the fire； freshened it with a few pieces of juniper； then turned the jackrabbit again。
〃So you're the folks down in Chilbah Valley；〃 he said； sitting down across from them。
〃Chilbah？〃 Smithback asked。
The man nodded。 〃The valley over the big ridge back there。 I saw you the other day； from the top。〃 He turned to Nora。 〃And I guess you saw me。 And now you're here； because someone killed your horses and you thought it might be me。〃
〃We only found one set of tracks；〃 Nora said carefully。 〃And they led right here。〃
Instead of answering； the man rose； tested the rabbit with the point of his knife； then sat back down on his heels。 〃My name is John Beiyoodzin；〃 he said。
Nora paused a moment to consider this reply。 〃Sorry we didn't introduce ourselves；〃 she replied。 〃I'm Nora Kelly； and this is Bill Smithback。 I'm an archaeologist and Bill is a journalist。 We're here on an archaeological survey。〃
Beiyoodzin nodded。 〃Do I look like a horse murderer to you？〃 he asked suddenly。
Nora hesitated。 〃I guess I don't know what a horse murderer should look like。〃
The man digested this。 Then the glittering eyes softened； a smile appeared on his face； and he shook his head。 〃Jackrabbit's done；〃 he said； standing and flipping the spit up with an expert hand。 He leaned it on a flat rock and expertly carved off two haunches。 He placed each on a flat thin piece of sandstone and handed them to Nora and Smithback。 Then he unwrapped the chiles； carefully saving the tinfoil。 He quickly slipped off the roasted skin of each chile and handed them over。 〃We're a little short on amenities；〃 he said； skewering his own piece of rabbit with a knife。
The chile was almost indescribably hot； and Nora's eyes watered as she ate； but she felt famished。 Beside her； Smithback was attacking his own meal avidly。 Beiyoodzin watched them a moment； nodding his approval。 They pleted the little meal in silence。
Beiyoodzin passed the canteen around and afterward there was an awkward pause。
〃Nice view；〃 said Smithback。 〃What's the rent on this joint？〃
Beiyoodzin laughed； tilting his head back。 〃The rent is in the getting here。 Forty miles on horseback over waterless country from my village。〃 Then he looked around； the wind stirring his hair。 〃At night； you can look out over a thousand square miles and not see a single light。〃
The sun was beginning to set； and the strange； plicated bowl of landscape was turning into a pointillist surface of gold； purple； and yellow。 Nora glanced in Beiyoodzin's direction。 Though he had never actually denied it； somehow she felt certain he was not the one they were searching for。
〃Can you help us find out who killed our horses？〃 she asked him。
Beiyoodzin glanced at her intently。 〃I don't know；〃 he said at last。 〃What kind of survey you doing？〃
Nora hesitated； uncertain if this was a change of subject or the beginning of some revelation。 Even if he hadn't killed the horses himself； perhaps he knew who had。 She took a deep breath； confused and tired。 〃It's kind of confidential；〃 she said。 〃Would it be all right if I didn't tell you right now？〃
〃It's in Chilbah Valley？〃
〃Not exactly；〃 said Nora。
〃My village；〃 he said； gesturing northward； 〃is that way。 Nankoweap。 It means 'Flowers beside the Water Pools' in our language。 I e out here every summer to camp for a week or two。 The grass is good； plenty of firewood； and there's a good spring down below。〃
〃You don't get lonely？〃 Smithback asked。
〃No；〃 he said simply。
〃Why？〃
Beiyoodzin seemed a little taken aback by his directness。 He gave Smithback a curiously penetrating look。 〃I e here；〃 he said slowly； 〃to bee a human being again。〃
〃What about the rest of the year？〃 Smithback asked。
〃I'm sorry；〃 Nora jumped in。 〃He's a journalist。 He always asks too many questions。〃 She knew that in most Native American cultures it was rude to show curiosity and ask direct questions。
Beiyoodzin； however； merely laughed again。 〃It's all right。 I'm just surprised he doesn't have a tape recorder or a camera。 Most white people carry them。 Anyway； I herd sheep most of the time； and I do ceremonies。 Healing ceremonies。〃
〃You're a medicine man？〃 Smithback asked； unchecked。
〃Traditional healer。〃
〃What kind of ceremonies？〃 Smithback asked。
〃I do the Four Mountain ceremony。〃
〃Really？〃 Smithback asked with obvious interest。 〃What's it for？〃
〃It's a three…night ceremony。 Chanting； sweats； and herbal remedies。 It cures sadness； depression； and hopelessness。〃
〃And does it work？〃
Beiyoodzin looked at the journalist。 〃Sure it works。〃 He seemed to grow evasive in the wake of Smithback's continued interest。 〃Of course；〃 he went on； 〃there are always those even our ceremonies can't reach。 That's also why I e out here。 Because of the failures。〃
〃Some kind of vision quest？〃 Smithback asked。
Beiyoodzin waved his hand。 〃If you call ing out here； praying； and even fasting for a while； a vision quest； then I suppose that's what it is。 I don't do it for visions； but for spiritual healing。 To remind myself that we don't need much to be happy。 That's all。〃
He shifted； looking around。 〃But you folks need a place to lay your bedrolls。〃
〃Plenty of room out here；〃 said Nora。
〃Good；〃 said Beiyoodzin。 He leaned back and threw his wizened hands behind his head； resting his back on the rock。 They watched as the sun sank below the horizon and darkness came rolling over the landscape。 The sky glowed with residual color； a deep strange purple that faded to night。 Beiyoodzin rolled a cigarette； lit it； and began puffing furiously； holding it awkwardly between thumb and index finger； as if it were the first time he had smoked。
〃I'm sorry to bring this up again；〃 Nora said； 〃but if you know anything about who might have killed our horses； I'd like to hear it。 It's possible our activities might have offended someone。〃
〃Your activities。〃 The man blew a cloud of smoke into the still twilight。 〃You still haven't told me about those。〃
Nora thought for a moment。 It seemed that information was the price of his assistance。 Of course； there was no guarantee he could help them。 And yet it was critical they find out who was behind the killings。 〃What I'm about to say is confidential；〃 she said slowly。 〃Can I count on your discretion？〃
〃You mean； am I going to tell anyone？ Not if you don't want me to。〃 He flicked the cigarette butt into the fire and began rolling ano
