4
As the dirt road zigzagged across national forest lease lands and down the steep side of the high, mountainous plateau where the Rocking M ranch buildings were located, the land became more dry and the earth more intensely colored. Gullies became deeper, rocky cliffs more common, and the creeks and rivers widened into broad, often dry washes winding among spectacular stone-walled canyons. Juniper and pinon mixed with sagebrush, giving the air a clean, pungent smell. In deep, protected clefts where tiny springs welled forth, a handful of true pine trees grew next to cottonwoods. Along the canyon bottoms the brash thinned to clumps. Depending on altitude or exposure, juniper, pinon, cedar and big sage grew.
Diana watched the changing landscape intently, seeking the plants that were the hallmark and foundation of Anasazi culture-yucca and pinon, bee plant and goosefoot. On the higher flatlands she also looked for stands of big sage, which grew where the earth had been disturbed and then abandoned by man. Each time another nameless canyon or gully opened up along the rough dirt road, she looked at the unexplored land with a yearning she couldn't disguise.
"Stop it," Ten said finally. "You're making me feel like the Marquis de Sade."
Startled, Diana turned toward him. "What?"
"Don't worry. I'm not talking about the way you hug the door handle as though it were your last hope of safety," Ten drawled, giving her a sideways glance.
A flush crawled up Diana's cheeks. She looked down and saw that she was all but sitting on the door handle in order to get as much distance as possible between herself and Ten.
"I-it's nothing personal," she said, her voice strained.
"Like hell it isn't," Ten said calmly. "But that's not what made me feel like a sadist. It's the way you look at all those canyons that's getting to me. It's the way a starving man looks at food, or a thirsty man looks at water, or Luke looks at Carla when they all sit in the rocking chair while she nurses Logan. If it will make you feel any better, we can stop and get closer to whatever it is you love so much."
Ten's perceptivity startled Diana. It was unexpected in a man. But then, Ten had been unexpected from the first moment she saw him. The longer she was around him, the more unexpected he became.
"That's-that's very kind of you, Mr. Blackthorn, but I'm afraid looking won't make me feel much better."
Clear, ice-gray eyes glanced briefly at Diana, then resumed watching the rough road.
"What would make you feel better, professor?"
"Being called something else, ramrod," she shot back before she could think better of it.
The corner of Ten's mouth tugged up. "I'm not much on formality. Call me Ten."
Diana started to reciprocate, then stopped, afraid that Ten would mistake politeness for an entirely different sort of offer.
He shot her another quick glance. "Go ahead, I won't take it as a come-on."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Go ahead and ask me to call you Diana. I'll assume you're being polite, not looking for a little action."
"Let me assure you, I'm not looking for a 'little action.'"
"I figured that out the first time I saw you. So uncramp your hand from the door handle and tell me why you're looking at the countryside like you're saying goodbye to your only friend."
"Are you always this direct?"
"Yes. Are you always this nervous around men or is it me in particular?"
"Does it matter?"
"If I'm the one setting you on edge, I'll get out of your hair as soon as possible," Ten said matter-of-factly. "If it's just men in general you don't like, it won't matter who's on site with you."
Diana was silent.
"Well that tells me," Ten said, shrugging. "As soon as Nevada arrives, I'll turn September Canyon over to him."
"It's not you," Diana said, forcing out each word.
"Did anyone ever mention that you don't lie worth a damn? You've been terrified of me ever since I came over the corral fence and taught Baker what his horse already knew-in a fight, smart goes farther than big."
Diana closed her eyes, seeing again the blows landing too quickly to be believed. "Fast, strong and lethal count, too. Baker never had a chance, did he?"
"Only a fool, a horse or a woman would give a man like Baker a chance."
"Are you calling me a fool?"
"No. I'm not calling you a horse, either."
She made a strangled sound that was close to laughter, surprising herself.
A quick, sideways glance told Ten that Diana's grip on the door handle had eased. It also told him that her eyes were an even deeper, more brilliant blue than he had thought, and that the curve of her mouth was made to be traced by a man's tongue.
The shadow of another small canyon opening up off the road caught Diana's attention. The hint of laughter that had curved her mouth faded, leaving behind a yearning line.
"What is it that you see?" Ten asked softly.
The words slid past Diana's reflexive defenses and touched the one thing she permitted herself to love, theAnasazi homeland with its mixture of mountains andmesas and canyons, sandstone and shale, its violent summer storms, and the massive silence that made her feel as though time itself flowed through the ancient canyons.
"That canyon off to the right," Diana said, pointing to a place where a crease opened up at the base of a mesa. "Does it have a name?"
"Not that I know of."
"That's what I thought. There are hundreds of canyons like it on the Colorado Plateau. Thousands. And ineach one, it would be unusual to walk more than a mile along the mesa top or the canyon bottom without finding some legacy of the Anasazi, such as broken pots or masonry or ruined stone walls."
Ten made a startled sound and glanced quickly at Diana.
"It's true," she said, turning to face him. "The Colorado Plateau is one of the richest archaeological areas of the world. Some experts say that there are a hundred archaeological sites per square mile. Others say a hundred and twenty sites. Naturally, all of the sites aren't important enough to excavate, but the sheer number of them is amazing. For instance, in Montezuma County alone, there are probably one hundred thousand archaeological sites."
Ten whistled through his teeth. The boyish gesture both startled and intrigued Diana, for it was so much at odds with the fierce man who had fought Baker and the quiet man who had treated a sick kitten with such care.
"How many Anasazi lived around here, anyway?" Ten asked.
"Here? I don't know. But over in Montezuma Valley there were about thirty thousand people. That's greater than the population today. It's the same for the rest of the Colorado Plateau. At the height of the Anasazi culture, the land supported more people than it does today with twentieth-century technology.
"And up every nameless canyon," Diana continued, her voice husky with emotion, "there's a chance of finding the one extraordinary ruin that will explain why the Anasazi culture thrived in this area for more than ten centuries and then simply vanished without warning, as though the people picked up in the middle of a meal and left, taking nothing with them,"
"That's what you're looking for? The answer to an old mystery?"
She nodded.
"Why?"
The question startled Diana. "What do you I mean?"
"What is it you really want?" Ten asked. "Glory? Wealth? A tenured job at an eastern university? Classrooms full of students who think you're smarter than God?"
"Is it academia in general you dislike or me in particular?"
Ten heard the echo of his own previous question and smiled to himself. "I don't know you well enough to dislike you. I'm just curious."