"Why?"

"The Jeep is on strike."

"What happened?"

"Who knows?"

"You needn’t sound so cheerful about it"

"Sorry, sis. I’ll do my best to get out there by four o’clock."

"But it will be too late to go to September Canyon by then and rain showers are predicted tonight and if we aren’t on the other side of Picture Wash before it fills it may be days before we can cross!"

"I’m sorry, Carla. Look, maybe I can borrow a truck and – "

"No," she interrupted, feeling guilty for jumping on Cash for something that was beyond his control. "It’s all right. I’ve just been looking forward to seeing September Canyon after all these years of hearing about it."

"Why don’t you get Luke to drive you over? He needs a few days off."

The thought of having Luke to herself within the cliff-rimmed silence of the canyon was enough to make Carla’s pulse ragged. Yet in the next instant her heartbeat settled to normal, because she knew Luke would refuse to go with her. She had asked him several times to take her to September Canyon; each time he had said no, it was too far to go for just an hour or two of looking around.

"Luke is pretty busy," Carla said neutrally. "If nothing else works out, I'll just drive on ahead. Luke has told me that the canyon isn’t hard to find, it’s just remote. You can catch up with me when you get your malevolent Jeep straightened out."

There was a silence during which Carla sensed her brother’s reluctance to agree to her going to September Canyon without him.

"Promise you won’t try rock climbing alone?" he asked at last.

"Of course not I won’t sleep in dry washes during a thunderstorm, either," she added sardonically.

"And if you find any ruins, you won’t poke around in them unless someone else is with you?"

"Cash – " she began.

"Promise me, Carla. From what I’ve heard, some of the floors in those ruins are damned risky."

She sighed. "Cash, I’m twenty-one. I won’t do anything foolish, but I won’t be hamstrung, either. I’ve wanted to see September Canyon for seven years. I’ve worked for weeks and weeks with only a handful of days off in order to save up time. I’m going camping with or without you. If that upsets you, I’m sorry. You’ll simply have to trust me."

"What if the Jeep can’t be fixed or the rains come and you’re stranded in the canyon for a week?"

"I have enough supplies for me for two weeks, remember? I’m carrying your food, too."

"What if it snows?"

"In August?" Carla laughed. "C’mon, big brother, you can do better than that. At this time of year I’m far more likely to get sunstroke than frostbite and you know it."

Unwillingly, Cash chuckled. "All right, all right. Let me put it this way, sis. My head knows you’re old enough and smart enough to take care of yourself. My gut keeps telling me to protect you."

"Give your gut a rest. Your head did a find job of teaching me how to camp in wild places."

"Won’t you be afraid to be alone?"

"Would you?" she asked quickly.

Cash sighed. There was silence for a moment before he said softly, "Okay. I’ll catch up with you as soon as I can."

"Thanks, Cash."

"For what?" he muttered. "You would have gone anyway, whether I liked it or not."

"Yes, but thanks for trusting me anyway."

"You’re a big girl, Carla. It just takes a little getting used to. Give yourself a hug for me."

"You, too."

Smiling, Carla hung up the phone. The smile faded as she acknowledged to herself the real reason she was going on to September Canyon alone; she was afraid if she stayed at the ranch house one more night, she would say something she would spend the rest of her life regretting.

Something like Ilove you, Luke.

Thirty minutes later Carla had washed, dressed, eaten breakfast and was looking for a good place to leave her note explaining what had happened to Cash’s perverse Jeep. Finally she taped the note to the kitchen faucet, knowing that the first thing Luke did at the end of a day was to wash up for dinner.

"I'm coming, damn it!" Luke muttered to the imperiously ringing phone.

Luke told himself that he had come back to the ranch house early to see if Carla had made coffee before she and Cash left, but he knew it was a lie. He was coming in to see Carla before she left – and he was too late, or the damned phone wouldn’t be ringing. The kitchen’s screen door slammed behind Luke as he strode angrily across the room toward the phone, which had been ringing relentlessly. Fourteen times, by last count.

The lack of savory odors and edible tidbits struck Luke forcefully as he reached for the phone. Without Carla, the kitchen was about as welcoming as the corral trough on a winter morning.

Get used to it, cowboy, he advised himself. And not for the few days she’s camping. A few weeks from now the bet ends.

Angrily Luke picked up the receiver and snarled, "What!"

Cash whistled softly. "Who bucked you off into the manure pile?"

"Cash? What the hell are you doing near a phone?" Luke demanded. "You and Carla are supposed to be hammering down stakes in September Canyon about now."

"Tell it to my psychotic Jeep."

"Hell," sighed Luke. "How far did you get?"

"Boulder."

"Told you to trade that damned Jeep for a dog and shoot the dog, didn’t I?"

"Many times."

Luke laughed shortly. "I’ll bet Carla’s happy. You’ve given her a perfect excuse to take off for the bright lights."

"I did?"

"Sure. She’s going to see you," Luke said, feeling disappointed that Carla had gone to the city after all.

"She is?"

"Of course she is. She hasn’t admitted it to anyone, but I know she’s dying to get her hair fixed or her nails done or shop for makeup or whatever it is that women do in big cities."

"We must have a bad connection," Cash said dryly. "Would it help if I banged the receiver on the table?"

"What in hell are you talking about?"

"Funny, I was going to ask you the same question. Let’s start all over again. You remember Carla, my kid sister, the one who’s been cooking for you and that bunch of starving cowboys since June?"

Luke made a rough sound, but before he could get a word in, Cash kept on going, answering his own question.

"I thought you might. Now Carla – my kid sister, remember? – has been saving up days off so she can go camping in September Canyon. You with me so far?"

"Cash, what the hell – "

"Good," Cash interrupted. "You’re still with me. Now hang on tight, cowboy, this is where you got bucked off last time. I am in Boulder. Carla is not She’s not coming here, either. She’s on her way to September Canyon."

"Alone?"

"Yes."

"For the love of God, why did you let her do a damn fool thing like that!"

"Yo, Luke!" Cash said loudly. "I think you’ve been bucked off into the fresh stuff again. Carla, my kid sister – you do remember her, don’t you?"

Luke swore.

"Yeah, I thought you did," Cash continued. "Well, she’s twenty-one. Even if I were at the ranch – which I’m not, remember? – I wouldn’t have stopped Carla. She may be my kid sister, but she’s not a kid anymore. She’s old enough to do what she wants."

Luke started to speak, but Cash wasn’t finished talking yet.

"You got that, Luke? Carla’s only a girl in our memories, and that’s not fair to her or to us. Now, are you still with me or are you sitting on your butt in a pile of road apples wondering what hit you?"

There was silence while Luke absorbed his friend’s message. "You’re a fool, Cash McQueen," he said softly.

"No. I’m a gambler, which is a different thing entirely. Even so, I’d prefer not to have Carla spending too much time alone in the kind of country she’s headed for."

"How long do you think it will take you to get your damned Jeep fixed?" Luke asked tightly.

"I’m having a part flown in from L.A. Soon as that comes I’ll be up and running."

"Cash, damn it – "

"Have a nice trip, Luke."

For a long minute Luke stared at the dead phone. Then he slammed the receiver into the cradle and went looking for his ramrod.

12

Carla’s small pickup truck bounced and slithered through one of the countless small washes that crossed the ragged dirt road. When she came to what could have been another ranch crossroad or simply one more "shortcut" leading to nowhere in particular, she stopped the truck and checked the map. Only the dashed, meandering line of the ranch road showed. No crossroads, no spurs, nothing but the single road heading generally southeast across the national forest land where the Rocking M had leased grazing rights. The tongue of national forest ended at the edge of a long line of broken cliffs that zigzagged over the countryside for mile after mile. The line of cliffs was deeply eroded by finger canyons and a few larger canyons where water flowed year-round.

One of those many creases in the countryside was September Canyon.

A swift check of the compass assured Carla that she was still heading in the right general direction. Out here, that was as good as it got; road signs simply didn’t exist. She got out of the pickup, stretched and assessed the weather. Scattered showers had been predicted for the Four Corners country, with a good chance of a real rain by sundown. At the moment clouds were sailing in fat armadas through the radiant sapphire sky. The clouds themselves ranged from brilliantly white to a brooding slate blue that spoke silently of coming rain.