"John Meaney - A Bitter Shade Of Blindsight" - читать интересную книгу автора (Meaney John)

тАЬThat is all, I think.тАЭ I spoke in English, now, as the trance-state left me. This wasnтАЩt the twentieth
century: most of the elders were as fluent in English as in Navajo.

In the shadows, Red Woman sighed. тАЬThat was a part-ceremony to end them all, my daughter.тАЭ

There were nods of agreement among the elders, and I accepted their verdict. I could not go on. There
was more, far more, for me to tell them and, letтАЩs face it, it needed to be followed by a Ghostway, and
that was a ceremony I surely could not survive.

A flap was thrown back from the doorway, and I squinted. Golden sun was creeping over the mesaтАЩs
edge.
тАЬYouтАЩre finished, arenтАЩt you?тАЭ said my nephew, Dave. A straight backed youth now, not the child I had
known.

тАЬWeтАЩve finished,тАЭ I said.

тАЬGood. The cops are here.тАЭ He nodded, and ducked back outside the hogan

I powered down the holoprojector and stuffed it into my backpack. I pushed the pack aside, and
crawled out of the hogan on my hands and knees, and got stiffly to my feet. A small flyer was coming
from the east, out of the dawn.

тАЬCops?тАЭ I asked.

тАЬTribal Police,тАЭ said Dave. тАЬI scanned тАШem.тАЭ

тАЬYou should be in bed. HavenтАЩt you got school today?тАЭ

тАЬNah. IтАЩm way ahead.тАЭ

The flyer dipped down below an outcrop, stayed out of sight for a while, then rose up into view, and
headed straight for us. I could make out the insignia on its blunt grey nose.

It dropped into a landing, a fast but not showy manoeuvre, kicking up a cloud of red dust. I pulled my
bandanna up around my nose and mouth.

The cockpit liquefied and made a slight popping sound as the man crawled out through the membrane
and jumped to the ground.

тАЬHi, Cly,тАЭ said Dave.

тАЬHi. Howya doinтАЩ?тАЭ

His voice was deep. He had the narrow waist of the DineтАЩ├й, the people, and his wide shoulders strained
the olive uniform of the Navajo Tribal Police. A heavy standard-issue blaster hung at his left hip. He
shifted his beltтАЩs weight in what looked like a gesture of habit.

тАЬMaтАЩam.тАЭ He tipped his hat.