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"That is so. Tsoay, Eskelta, Kawaykle, they watch the trails. There is the pass, two other ways men can come on foot. But who can watch the air?" "The Tatars say the Reds dare not bring the 'copter into the mountains. After they first landed they lost a flyer in a tricky air-current flow up there. They have only one left and won't risk it. If only they aren't reinforced before we can move!"
Travis thought aloud, citing the thin handful of points in their favor. Tsoay nodded toward the rim of the ravine. "Rocks up there and rocks can roll. Start an earthslide...." Something within Travis balked at that. From the first he had been willing enough to slug it out with the Red, weapon to weapon, man to man. Also, he had wanted to take a captive, not stand over a body.
"My people live in two times, and many do not realize that." Tsoay had crouched down beside them to listen. Now he put out his hand, touching Travis' shoulder. "Redax?" "Or its like." For Travis was sure of one point.
"That is a deer, though the horns are wrong," Tsoay agreed. "And the puma is very well done. The one who made this knows animals well." Travis pushed the jacket back into the bag and laced it shut. But he did not return it to the hiding place. Instead, he made it a part of his own pack.
Personal possessions dear to the owner, so that when they must be abandoned for flight they were hidden with some hope of recovery. Travis slowly repacked them, trying to fold the garments into their original creases. He was still puzzled by those designs. "Who?" Tsoay touched the edge of the jacket with one finger, his admiration for it plain to read. "I don't know. But it is of our own world."
He waited now, rubbing the small metal mirror absently on the loose sleeve of his shirt, waiting for a reply. Mirrors were best, not smoke fires which would broadcast too far the presence of men in the hills. Tsoay must have returned.... "What is it that you do?" Menlik, his shaman's robe pulled up so that his breeches and boots were dark against the golden rock, climbed up beside the Apache.
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