After Eve counted to ten, she could bear no more. She kicked the dun hard and went racing back to see what had happened to Reno. The mustang laid back her ears, flattened out, and began to gallop despite the uncertain footing. Head low and tail high, the dun tore over the dangerous ground.
The sound of hoofbeats alerted Reno. He reined his horse around just in time to see Eve flying toward him on the back of a hard-running mustang. The dun leaped a spur of rock, sprayed sand through a soft spot, and nearly went down on a stretch of slickrock.
Reno thought that would slow Eve, but as soon as the dun had all four hooves under her again, Eve set the mustang at a dead run once more.
«Eve!»
She didn’t hear him.
Reno spurred his roan out into the open. Eve’s horse reared as she was hauled back on her hocks in a skidding, sliding stop.
«Of all the damn fool —» yelled Reno.
«Are you all right?» Eve said urgently.
«— things to do. Of course I’m —»
«I heard gunfire and then silence, and I called your name and you didn’t answer.»
Anxious golden eyes searched Reno for injury.
«I’m fine,» he said in a clipped voice. «Except that you damn near gave me heart failure running your horse over that ground.»
«I thought you were hurt.»
«What were you going to do — trample Slater’s bunch right into the sand?»
«I —»
Reno kept on talking. «If you ever pull a damn fool stunt like that again, I’ll turn you over my knee.»
«But —»
«But nothing,» he interrupted savagely. «You could have galloped right into a cross fire and been cut to ribbons.»
«I thought that was what had happened to you.»
Reno let out a breath and damped down the temper that threatened to flash out of control. He had been in a lot of tight places and been shot more than once, but he had never been as plain scared as when he had seen Eve run her mustang flat out over the sand and slickrock.
«It was my ambush this time,» Reno said finally. «Not theirs.»
A ragged sigh was Eve’s only answer.
«It will be a while before they come asking for more,» he continued. «We better hope it isn’t too long, though.»
«Why?»
«Water,» he said succinctly. «This canyon is stone dry.»
EVE looked up anxiously as Reno rode back in from his short exploration of the tributary canyon. The grim line of his mouth told her that he hadn’t discovered anything useful.
«Dry,» he said.
She waited.
«And blind,» he added.
«What?»
«It’s a dead end.»
«How far ahead?»
«Maybe two miles,» Reno said.
Eve looked down the narrow wash where Slater’s men waited for their quarry.
«They need water, too,» she pointed out.
«One man can lead a lot of horses to water. The rest will stay put, waiting for us to get thirsty enough to do something stupid.»
«Then we’ll just have to get past them.»
Reno’s smile wasn’t comforting.
«All in all,» he said, «I’d rather take my chances on climbing the head wall of the canyon than get caught in that kind of a cross fire.»
Eve looked beyond Reno to the stone wall that piled layer on layer to the sky.
«What about the horses?» she asked.
«We’ll have to turn them loose.»
What Reno didn’t say was that a man on foot in a dry land didn’t have much chance of surviving. But as small as that chance was, it was better than the odds of successfully running a gauntlet of Slater’s guns through the narrow canyon.
«Let’s go,» Reno said. «We only get thirstier from now on.»
Eve didn’t argue. Already her mouth was dry. She could imagine the thirst of the mustangs, who had run an obstacle course through the hot canyon.
«You first,» Reno said. «Then the packhorses.»
The dry stream bed narrowed until it was little more than a sculpted, water-smoothed opening snaking through solid stone. Overhead, the clouds flowed together and thickened into a turbulent lid over the dry land. Thunder rolled distantly, following invisible lightning.
Reno saw Eve glance longingly at the clouds.
«You better pray it doesn’t rain,» he said.
«Why?»
He gestured to the canyon wall that was only inches beyond his outstretched hand.
«See that line?» he asked.
«Yes. I’ve been wondering what it was.»
«High-water mark.»
Eve’s eyes widened. She looked at the line that ran the length of the canyon well above their heads. Then she looked back at Reno.
«Where does it all come from?» she asked.
«Up on the plateau. During big storms, rain comes down faster than it can sink in. And in some places, it can’t sink in at all. So it just runs off all at once. In these slot canyons, it gets real deep real fast.»
«What a country,» Eve said. «Eat sand or drown.»
The corner of Reno’s mouth lifted slightly. «I’ve come close to both, one time or another.»
Yet he had never had his tail in quite as tight a crack as he did right now — a dead end ahead, outlaws behind, and thirst in between.
Silently Reno examined the walls of the side canyon where he and Eve were trapped. Something about the rock layers nagged at his mind.
«Pull up,» he said to Eve.
She reined in and looked over her shoulder. Reno was sitting with both hands on the saddle horn, studying the narrow little canyon as though he had never seen anything quite so interesting in his life.
After a minute Reno urged the blue roan forward, squeezed past the two Shaggies and Eve’s dun to the tiny slot canyon he had discovered on his first reconnoiter up the canyon. He had dismissed the slot as a runoff channel. But now he thought he might have been too hasty.
«Is your shotgun loaded?» Reno asked.
«Yes.»
«Ever used a six-gun?» he asked.
«Sometimes. I can’t hit the side of the barn with one at much over thirty feet.»
Reno turned and looked at Eve. The smile he gave her made her realize all over again what a good-looking man he was.
«Don’t worry, gata. No barns will be sneaking up on us.»
Eve laughed.
Reno pulled out his second six-gun and removed one bullet from the revolving cylinder before he put the
