p&c.thunderhead-第35部分
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〃Let me help with the horses；〃 Sloane said。
Nora opened her mouth to answer； but Swire interrupted。 〃No！〃 he barked。 〃The fewer there are of us on that ridge； the fewer are gonna get hurt。〃
Leaving Sloane in charge； Nora hiked back down the trail。 Swire； his face dark； brought the animals around； bare except for their halters。 Only his own horse； which would lead； had a rope clipped to the halter。
〃We're gonna drive them up the trail； single file；〃 he said harshly。 〃I'll guide Mestizo； you bring up the rear with Fiddlehead。 Keep your head up。 If a horse falls； get the hell out of the way。〃
Nora nodded。
〃Once we get to the upper trail； you can't stop。 Not for anything。 Give a horse time to think on that ridge； and he'll panic and try to turn around。 So keep them moving； no matter what。 Got that？〃
〃Loud and clear；〃 she said。
They started up the trail； careful to keep the horses well apart。 At one point the animals hesitated； as if by general consensus； but with some prodding Swire got Mestizo moving again and the rest instinctively followed； noses down； picking their way among the rocks。 The air was punctuated with the clatter of hooves； the occasional scrabble among the rocks as an animal missed its footing。 As they began to gain altitude； the horses grew more fearful； they lathered up and started blowing hard； showing the whites of their eyes。
Halfway up the ridge； the rubble…filled crevasse ended and the much more dangerous slickrock trail began。 Nora craned her neck upward。 The worst part of the journey stretched ahead； just a cut in the sloping sandstone； eroded by time into the merest whisper of a path。 In the places where it had peeled away； the horses would have to step over blue space。 She stared at the series of wicked switchbacks； trying to suppress the anxiety that welled up deep within her。
Swire paused and looked back at her； his eyes cold。 We can turn back now； his expression seemed to say。 Beyond this point； we won't have that option。
Nora gazed back at the bandy…legged wrangler； his shoulders barely higher than the horse's withers。 He looked as frightened as she felt。
The moment passed。 Without a word； Swire turned and began leading Mestizo forward。 The animal took a few hesitant steps and balked。 The wrangler coaxed a few more steps； then the horse balked again； whinnying in fear。 His shoe skidded slightly； then bit once again into the sandstone。
Speaking in low tones and flicking the end of his lasso well behind the horse； Swire got Mestizo moving again。 The others followed； their trail experience and strong herd attachment keeping them going。 They worked their way upward at a painful pace； the only sounds now the thump and scrape of iron…shod toes digging into canted slickrock； the occasional blow of fear。 Swire began singing a low； mournful； soothing song； words indistinct； his voice quavering slightly。
They arrived at the first switchback。 Slowly； Swire guided Mestizo around the curve； then continued up the rockface and past a deep crack until he was directly above Nora's head。 Once； Sweetgrass skidded on the slickrock and scrabbled at the edge； and for a moment Nora thought she would go over。 Then she recovered； eyes wide； flanks trembling。
After agonizing minutes they arrived at the second switchback： a wickedly sharp turn over a narrow section of trail。 Reaching the far side； Mestizo suddenly balked once again。 The second horse； Beetlebum； stopped as well； then began to back up。 Watching from below； Nora saw the animal place one hind foot over the edge of the trail and out into space。
She froze。 The horse's hindquarters dropped and the foot kicked out twice； looking for a purchase that wasn't there。 As she watched； the horse's balance shifted inexorably backward； the animal dropped over the edge； rolled once； and then hurtled down toward her； letting out a strange； high…pitched scream。 Nora watched； paralyzed。 Time seemed to slow as the horse tumbled； limbs kicking in a terrifying ballet。 She felt its shadow cross her face； and then it struck Fiddlehead； directly in front of her； with a massive smack。 Fiddlehead vanished as both animals hurtled off the edge of the ridge into the void。 There was a moment of horrible； listening silence； followed by double muffled thumps and the sharp crackle of falling rocks far below。 The sounds seemed to echo forever in the dry valley； reverberating from ever more distant walls。
〃Close up and keep moving！〃 came the harsh； strained mand from above。 Forcing herself into action； Nora urged the new rearward horse forward…Smithback's horse； Hurricane Deck。 But he wouldn't move； a clonus of horror trembled along the animal's flanks。 Then； in a galvanic instant； he reared up； whirling around toward her。 Nora instinctively grabbed his halter。 With a frenzied clawing of steel on rock； Hurricane scrabbled at the edge of the trail； wide eyes staring at her。 Realizing her mistake； she released the halter； but her timing was slow and already the falling horse had pulled her off balance。 She had a brief glimpse of yawning blue space。 Then she landed on her side； her legs rolling over the edge of the cliff； hands scrabbling to grip the smooth sandstone。 She heard； as if from a great distance； Swire shouting； and then from below the soggy； bursting sound of a wet bag as Hurricane Deck hit bottom。
She clawed at the rock； fingernails fighting for purchase as she dangled in the abyss。 She could feel the updrafts of wind tickling her legs。 In desperation； she clutched the stone tighter； her nails tearing and splitting as she continued to slide backward down the tipped surface of stone。 Then her right hand brushed against a projecting rill； no more than a quarter inch high； but enough to get a handhold。 She strained； feeling her strength draining away。 Now or never； she thought； and she gave a great heave； swinging herself up sideways。 It was just enough to get one foot back onto the trail。 With a second heave she managed to roll her body up and over。 She lay on her back； heart hammering a frantic cadence。 Ahead and above came a whinny of fear； and the clatter of hooves on stone。
〃Get the hell up！ Keep moving！〃 she heard faintly from above。 She rose shakily to her feet and started forward； as if in a dream； driving the remnant of the remuda up the trail。
She did not remember the rest of the journey。 The next clear memory was of lying facedown； hugging the warm； dusty rock of the ridge summit； then a pair of hands were gently turning her over； and Aragon's calm； steady face stared down into her own。 Beside him were Smithback and Holroyd； gazing at her with intense concern。 Holroyd's face in particular was a mask of agonizing worry。
Aragon helped Nora to a nearby rock。 〃The horses…〃 Nora began。
〃There was no other way；〃 Aragon interrupted quietly； taking her hands。 〃You're hurt。〃
Nora looked down。 Her hands were covered with blood from her ruined fingernails。 Aragon opened his medical kit。 〃When you swung out over that cliff；〃 he said； 〃I thought you were done for。〃 He dabbed at the fingertips； removing a few pieces of grit and fingernail with tweezers。 He worked swiftly； expertly； smearing on topical antibiotic and placing butterfly bandages over the ends of her fingertips。 〃Wear your gloves for a few days；〃 he said。 〃You'll be unfortable for a while； but the injuries are superficial。〃
Nora glanced at the group。 They were looking back at her； motionless； shocked to silence by what had happened。 〃Where's Roscoe？〃 she managed to ask。
〃Back down the trail；〃 Sloane replied。
Nora dropped her head into her hands。 And then； as if in answer； three well…spaced gunshots sounded below； echoing crazily among the canyons before dying away into distant thunder。
〃God；〃 Nora groaned。 Fiddlehead； her own horse。 Beetlebum； Smithback's nemesis。 Hurricane Deck。 Gone。 She could still see the wide pleading eyes of Hurricane； the teeth； so strangely long and narrow； exposed in a final grin of terror。
Ten minutes later Swire appeared； breathing heavily。 He passed Nora and went toward the horses； redividing and repacking the loads in silence。 Holroyd came over to her and gently took her hand。 〃I got a decent reading；〃 he whispered。
Nora glanced up at him； hardly caring。
〃We're right smack on the trail；〃 he said； smiling。
Nora could only shake her head。
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pared to the nightmarish ascent； the trail down into the valley beyond the hogback ridge offered few difficulties。 The horses； smelling water； charged ahead。 Tired as they were； the group began to jog； and Nora found the events of the last hours temporarily receding in her devouring thirst。 They splashed into the water upstream from the horses and Nora fell to her stomach； burying her face in the water。 It was the most exquisite sensation she had ever felt； and she drank deeply； pausing only to gasp for air； until a sudden spasm of nausea contracted her stomach。 She backed away； retiring to a spot beneath the rustling cottonwoods； breathing hard and feeling the sting of evaporation on her wet clothes。 Gradually the waves of nausea passed。 She saw Black bent double in the trees； vomiting up water； joined shortly by Holroyd。 Smithback was kneeling in
