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Updated: June 10, 2025
The earth might still enclose roots under a thin coating of ash, but the bush was gone! "The breath of Naye'nezyani powerful beyond belief!" Buck broke their horrified silence first. "In truth evil is here!" Jil-Lee raised his gun if gun it could be called aimed at the rock with the bush silhouette plain to see and fired.
Ranchers used them for range inspection, and all of the Apache volunteers had flown in them. But Nolan was correct; this one possessed several unfamiliar features. "The Tatars say they don't bring those very far into the mountains," Jil-Lee mused. "That could explain their man on horseback; he gets in where they don't fly." Nolan fingered his bow.
"They sleep," he said softly. "Sleep?" Buck caught him up. "They sleep in something like deep freeze." "Do you mean they can be brought to life again!" Jil-Lee cried. "Maybe not now it must be too long but they were meant to wait out a period and be restored." "How do you know that?" Buck asked. "I don't know for certain, but I think I understand a little. Something happened a long time ago.
With the Red technicians on board at the time.... But he was no engineer, he had no idea whether any part of the globe might or might not work again. "They are not fools; a close look would tell them it is a wreck," Jil-Lee countered. Travis walked on.
No one but a madman or a fool would try to disturb this sleep of theirs." "The truth you speak," Jil-Lee agreed. "But where in this," he turned his shoulder to the sleeping star men and looked back at the filled chamber "do we find anything which will serve us here and now?" Again Travis had only the scrappiest information to draw upon. "Spread out," he told them.
He crossed the room, put out both hands to the sleek pole, uncertain if the weird transport would work again. He heard the sharp gasp from the others as his body was sucked against the pillar and carried downward through the well. Buck followed him, and Jil-Lee came last. Then Travis led the way along the underground corridor to the room with the table and the reader.
If it was overhanging the action area of the horsemen, they had either reined in or were searching a relatively small section of the foothills. Reluctantly Travis descended to the hollow where Jil-Lee stood with Nolan. Tsoay and Lupe and Rope were a little to one side as if the final orders would come from their seniors. "It would be well," Jil-Lee said slowly, "if we saw what weapons they have.
"Here we do not come again; there is too much witchcraft in this place." Travis stirred, saw that Jil-Lee was frowning at him. "Go ?" he repeated. "Yes, younger brother? You would continue to run with these who are governed by a machine?" "No. Only, eyes are needed on this side of the mountains." "Why?" This time Jil-Lee was plainly on the side of the conservatives.
A figure broke from the grass, flapped his arms at one of the mounts, grabbed at flying mane, and pulled himself up on the bare back. Only a master horseman would have done that, but the whooping rider now drove the herd on, assisted by the snapping and snarling coyotes. "Deklay " Jil-Lee identified the reckless rider, "that was one of his rodeo tricks."
On the morning of the third day Nolan slipped into their midst. He was dust-grimed, his face gaunt, the signs of hard travel plain to read. Travis handed him the nearest canteen, and they watched him drink sparingly in small sips before he spoke. "They come ... with the girl " "You had trouble?" asked Jil-Lee.
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