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　He　moved　cautiously　away　from　the　bedroll；　farther　back　into　the　darkness　up　the　talus　slope　toward　the　east　cliff；　taking　each　step　carefully；　climbing　slowly　over　the　smaller　boulders；　carefully　skirting　the　larger　ones。　In　a　pocket　of　water…cut　rock　directly　under　the　overhanging　cliff　he　stopped　and　turned　back　to　look　behind　him；　surprised　that　he　was　panting　from　the　brief　exertion　and　fighting　to　keep　his　breathing　silent。
　The　light　of　the　climbing　moon　had　moved　halfway　across　the　canyon　floor。　Nothing　stirred。　The　canyon　was　a　crevice　of　immense；　motionless；　brooding　quiet。　McKee　studied　the　outcropping　carefully；　shifted　his　eyes　slowly　down　canyon；　examining　every　shape　under　the　flat；　yellow　light；　and　then　examining　every　shadow。　He　felt　the　rough　surface　of　the　rock　cutting　into　his　knees　and　started　to　shift　his　weight；　but　again　there　was　the　primal　urging　to　caution。　It　was　then　he　caught　the　motion。
　Something　in　the　black　shadow　behind　the　outcrop　had　moved　slightly。　McKee　stared　until　his　eyes　burned；　rubbed　them；　and　then　stared　again。　And　he　saw　the　dog's　head。　It　inched　slowly　out　of　the　shadow　into　the　moonlight。　First　a　muzzle　and　then　the　head；　its　ears　upright　and…McKee　strained　his　eyes　until　he　was　sure…its　mouth　hanging　unnaturally　open。　The　head　remained　there；　motionless。　McKee　stared；　every　muscle　rigid。　The　dog's　head　seemed　unnaturally　high…unless；　McKee　thought；　it　was　standing　on　some　sort　of　ledge　behind　the　outcropping。　And　then　there　was　motion　again。
　The　dog　became　a　man。　A　large　man　with　the　skin　of　a　wolf　over　his　shoulders；　its　empty　skull　atop　his　own　head。　He　moved　across　a　patch　of　moonlight　and　disappeared　behind　a　growth　of　bushes　at　a　foot　of　the　west　cliff　talus。　When　the　shape　reappeared　a　moment　later；　McKee　thought　for　a　split　second　that　his　eyes　had　been　deceiving　him…that　it　actually　was　a　wolf。　But　it　was　a　man；　running　in　a　crouch　across　the　damp　sand　of　the　canyon　bottom；　running　with　silent　swiftness　directly　toward　McKee's　tent。　The　man　held　something　in　his　right　hand；　something　perhaps　a　foot　long；　metal　which　reflected　the　moonlight。　It　was　a　long…barreled　pistol；　with　an　ammunition　clip　jutting　down　in　front　of　the　trigger。　A　machine　pistol。
　The　shape　disappeared　again；　out　of　sight　behind　the　talus　slope　on　McKee's　side　of　the　canyon。　McKee　bent　and　felt　around　his　feet　for　a　rock；　selected　one　about　the　size　of　a　softball。　When　he　raised　his　head；　the　figure　was　back　in　view…in　the　shadow　but　silhouetted　now　against　the　moonlit　cliff。　McKee　gripped　the　stone　and　watched。　The　panic　was　gone　now；　replaced　by　a　kind　of　grim　anger。　The　figure　was　at　the　tent；　standing　motionless。　Listening；　McKee　thought。　Listening　and　not　hearing　a　damned　thing　and　wondering　about　it。　Then　the　shape　was　gone；　out　of　sight　behind　the　tent。　McKee　had　almost　decided　the　man　had　somehow　slipped　away　when　he　saw　him　again；　by　the　bedrolls　now；　but　brush　and　boulders　obscured　the　area　and　he　couldn't　see　what　the　man　was　doing。　He　studied　the　cliff　wall　on　both　sides　of　his　pocket。　He　could　climb　out　of　this　sheltered　place　by　working　his　way　past　a　huge　block　of　sandstone　just　beside　him。　He　could　probably　make　his　way　down　canyon　without　being　in　view　from　the　camp。
　But　if　he　es　this　way；　McKee　thought；　this　might　be　the　best　place　to　face　him。　I　could　probably　knock　him　down　with　my　rock　before　he　saw　me。　Unless　he　has　a　flashlight　as　well　as　the　gun。　Then　there　wouldn't　be　much　chance。
　And；　while　he　thought　this；　the　utter　irrationality　of　it　all　occurred　to　him。　It　was　unreal。　Like　some　crazy　childhood　nightmare。
　But　the　man　was　there；　real　enough；　back　by　the　tent　now　and　no　longer　seeming　to　make　any　effort　at　concealment。　He　raised　the　hood　of　McKee's　truck　and　McKee　had　a　sudden　wild　hope　that　he　would　start　it；　climb　in；　and　race　away；　nothing　more　than　a　thief。　Instead；　he　closed　the　hood　and　walked　back　and　into　the　tent。　A　moment　later　a　spot　of　light　showed　through　the　canvas。　The　flashlight　beam　shifted；　held　steady；　shifted　again；　and　then　stopped。　He's　looking　through　my　papers；　McKee　thought。　He　wondered　what　the　man　would　make　of　his　notes　on　the　witchcraft　interviews。　And　he　had　a　sudden　impulse　to　walk　into　the　tent；　confront　the　man；　and　demand　to　know　what　the　devil　he　was　doing。　Then　the　light　snapped　off　and　the　man　appeared　again　in　front　of　the　tent；　staring　almost　directly　toward　McKee's　hiding　place。　McKee　felt　the　impulse　die。
　〃Doctor　McKee？〃
　The　man　called　in　an　even；　sonorous　voice；　not　much　above　a　conversational　tone。　But　in　the　stillness　the　sound　seemed　obscenely　loud。　And　the　canyon　walls　said　〃Kee…Kee…Kee〃　in　a　receding　echo　of　his　name。
　〃Bergen　McKee；〃　the　voice　repeated。　〃I　need　to。。。〃　The　echoes　drowned　the　rest　of　it。　〃I　need　to　talk　to　you　about　Doctor　Canfield；〃　the　voice　said。　And　the　man　stood　silent　until　the　echoes　died　again。　Who　is　he？　McKee　wondered。　The　Navajo　bitten　by　the　snake？　Or　was　this　man　a　Navajo？　He　couldn't　tell　anything　from　the　voice。　There　was　no　trace　of　accent。　But　then　educated　Navajos　rarely　had　accents；　except　for　sometimes　dropping　the　〃th〃　sound。
　The　man　stood　silent　a　long　moment；　staring　up；　and　then　down；　the　canyon。　Listening。　And　he　won't　hear　a　damn　thing；　McKee　thought。　Not　from　me。
　〃John's　hurt；〃　the　voice　said。　The　voice　was　louder　now　and　the　cliffs　bounced　the　〃hurt〃　between　them　until　it　blended　into　a　single　note。　〃He　needs　help。〃
　John。　John；　not　Jeremy。　The　man　standing　down　there　in　the　darkness；　the　man　with　the　wolf　skin；　the　man　who　had　stalked　like　an　animal；　had　some　connection　with　Canfield's　note；　with　Canfield's　peculiar　signature。
　〃I　should　go　down　there；〃　McKee　thought；　but　he　remembered　the　thing　that　had　reflected　the　moonlight　in　this　man's　hand　as　he　had　crossed　the　canyon　floor。　Why　the　pistol？　Why　the　dog　skin？　And　he　leaned　motionless　against　the　boulder；　feeling　the　rough　coldness　of　the　rock　against　his　legs　and　the　cold　sweat　on　his　palms；　knowing　he　would　go　nowhere　near　this　man。　Not　alone　in　this　dark　canyon。　Not　without　a　weapon。
　And　then　the　man　was　gone。　Suddenly　he　was　no　longer　beside　the　tent。　And　then　McKee　saw　him；　trotting　diagonally　across　the　canyon　bottom；　the　wolf　skin　dangling　from　one　hand。
　McKee　relaxed　against　the　boulder；　suddenly　aware　that　he　was　cold　and　that　his　shirt　was　wet　with　sweat。　Far　down　canyon　the　saw…whet　owl　made　its　strange；　rasping　cry。　Signaling　a　kill；　McKee　thought。
　
　Chapter　12
　
　It　was　well　after　midnight　when　Leaphorn　finally　learned　who　had　collected　the　scalp　for　the　ceremonial。　He　had　talked　until　he　was　tired　of　talking…tired　and　frustrated　and　irritated　at　his　close…mouthed　people。　And　then　a　girl　had　told　him；　proudly　and　without　prompting；　that　Billy　Nez…whom　he　still　hadn't　located…had　stolen　the　hat。　Billy　Nez　had　tracked　the　truck　of　the　witch　and　had　watched　from　hiding　until　he　finally　had　the　opportunity。　Leaphorn　had　been　captured　by　the　girl；　a　plump　and　pretty　youngster　wearing　a　T…shirt　with　〃Chinle　High　School〃　printed　across　it；　during　the　Girl　Dance。　She　had　grabbed　his　arm　while　he　was　talking　to　an　old　man。
　〃e　on；　Blue　Policeman；〃　she　had　said。　I've　got　you　and　you've　got　to　dance。〃　And　Leaphorn　had　let　her　tow　him　to　the　great　fire；　because　he　had　already　decided　the　old　man　would　tell　him　nothing；　and　because　it　was　the　tradition　at　this　ceremonial。　He　would　dance　with　the　girl　a　little；　and　after　a　while　he　would　pay　her　the　proper　ransom　for　his　release；　and　then　he　would　continue　wandering　through　the　crowd　asking　for　Billy　Nez　but　no　longer　really　expecting　to　find　him　here。
　Blue　Policeman；　he　thought。　A　hell　of　a　lot　of　good　it　does　to　leave　your　uniform　at　home。　There's　not　an　adult　at　this　Sing　by　now　who　doesn't　know　I'm　the　law。
　The　chant　rose　in　the　firelight。　Ya　Ha　He　Ya　Na　He。　Rising　and　falling　with　the　rhythm　of　the　pot　drums。　And　then　the　words。　〃Lie　closer　to　me；〃　the　singers　chanted。　〃Bring　your　sheepskin　and　we　will　go　into　the　darkness。　What　are　you　going　to　do　out　there？〃　Leaphorn　glanced　at　his　partner；　curious　whether　the　ribald　suggestion　of　the　song　would　embarrass　a　boarding…school　girl。　She　danced　gracefully；　gripping　his　left　arm　with　her　right。
　〃I　wonder　why　Hosteen　Policeman　looks　at　me；〃　she　said。　〃Are　you　going　to　arrest　me？〃
　Leaphorn　returned　the　smile。　〃I　would　if　I　thought　you　could　tell　me　anything。〃
　〃Who　are　you　after？　What　do　you　want　to　know？〃
　〃I'd　like　to　know　all　about　a　witch；〃　Leaphorn　said。
　〃I'll　bet　you　don't　even　believe　in　witches。〃
　〃I　believe　in　a　witch　who　used　to　wear　a　big　black　Stetson　hat　until　somebody　got　it　away　from　him。〃
　〃That　was　Billy　Nez；〃　the　girl　had　said。　There　it　was；　as　simple　as　that。　Billy　Nez　was　around　here　somewhere　（the　girl　glanced　over　her　shoulder　into　the　darkness；　frowning）。
　〃I'd　like　to　talk　to　Hosteen　Nez；〃　Leaphorn　said。
　〃So　would　I。　I　caught　him　and　made　him　dance　and　he　just　paid　me　twenty…five　cents。　And　he　said　he'd　let　me　catch　him　again。〃　The　girl　frowned　into　the　darkness　again　and　then　looked　up　at　Leaphorn。　〃But　he's　no　Hosteen　yet。　He's　just　a　boy。〃
　〃How　old　is　just　a　boy？〃
　〃He's　just　sixteen。〃
　And　you're　about　fifteen；　Leaphorn　thought；　and　if　Billy　Nez　isn't　careful　his　clan　is　going　to　lose　itself　a　boy；　and　a　bride's　price　to　boot。
　〃Just　a　boy；〃　Leaphorn　said。
　〃But　he's　the　one　who　got　the　hat。　Billy　was　the　Scalp　Carrier。　He　followed　that　man's　pickup；　and　he　watched　from　where　the　witch　couldn't　see　him；　and　when　he　went　away　Billy　was　the　one　who　got　the　scalp。〃
　And　that　seemed　to　be　exactly　all　the　girl　knew　about　it。　She　knew　Nez　was　Red　Forehead；　and　that　he　raised　sheep　with　his　uncle　over　on　Cotton…wood　Flats　near　Chinle；　and　that　he　was　wearing　a　red…checked　shirt　and　a　red　baseball　cap；　and　some　of　the　other　things　that　fifteen…year…old　girls　learn　about　sixteen…year…old　boys。　And　then　suddenly　the　pot　drums　and　the　chanting　stopped；　and　there　were　much　haggling　and　laughing　and　banter　as　the　women　collected　their　ransom　fees。　Leaphorn　gave　the　girl　a　dollar。
　〃That's　the　most　I　got　all　night；〃　she　said。　But　she　wouldn't　e　with　him　to　point　out　Nez。
　Leaphorn　spotted　the　Carrier　of　the　Scalp　a　half　hour　later。　T