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instruments, then looked up.

"Okay, I need you to go back quietly and take a look at the engines
through the cabin windows. Look at the front and the tailpipe area, and
see if you see anything unusual."

David nodded and left quickly, closing the cockpit door behind him, as
Ken studied the instruments, paying particular attention to the oil
pressure, then suddenly pulled out the emergency checklist. He opened it
to the tab marked "Precautionary Engine Shutdown" and scanned the items,
then reached up and pulled back the throttle for number two engine.

Thrust lever, close, he intoned to himself.

He reached down behind the center console and wrapped his index finger
around the start lever for the same engine.

Start lever cutoff.

With a singular motion, he pulled the lever out of the detent and
lowered it to the cutoff position, stopping the engine.

Within thirty seconds the copilot was back. "What happened?"

Ken looked up at him with a worried expression. "Almost the second you
left, the temperature started climbing out of limits. No excess
vibration, but the oil pressure was dropping as well. I had to shut it
down."

David slid back into the right seat and put on his headset as fast as
possible. He had never shut down an engine before in any airborne
aircraft. Despite all the training efforts to make a shutdown routine,
he realized adrenaline was pouring into his bloodstream.

"So, you want me to declare an emergency?"

Ken Wolfe smiled slightly. "First, I want you to fly. It's your leg.
I'll keep working the radios and declare the emergency in a minute."

"We're going back to the Springs, right?"

Ken was shaking his head. "We're already closer to Durango, Colorado,

so that's our nearest suitable airport."

David looked over at Ken in mild disbelief, trying to interpret the look
of grim determination and the slight smile on the captain's face.

"Ah, Captain, do we have maintenance at Durango?"