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just bombed the Department of Interior's headquarters in D.C. and none
of them had jobs anymore.

"They're burns," the man to Keene's left said. "They'll have to go a
ways to whip the Redskins,"
Mary's eyes narrowed as she examined the white-haired bigwig. He
appeared completely oblivious to his mild words. She used every bit of
her control, but asked, "Are the Pale Faces going to make the
play-offs, too?"

Careful. Don't antagonize them, or you're going to lose this one. And
thinking of Pale Faces, she gave the silk-suited Dandy further
scrutiny. He didn't even deign to meet her eyes. He remained
engrossed by his papers.

Lawyer? She ground her teeth uneasily, understanding his threat now.

"Do you pay much attention to football, Mary?" Keene asked, aware of
her rigid posture in the hard plastic chair. He tried to smile
pleasantly.

"That's my busy season, Wcs."

"Hunting season, I suppose?" Bigwig asked, his placid government
expression carefully in place.

Mary almost snapped a reply, but she was saved when Jess Davis, the
contract archaeologist on the project, burst through the door with his
usual lack of aplomb. Jess had the kind of absentminded personality
that made Mary wonder if a whirlwind hadn't been passing by at the
moment of his birth--so that part of its scattered, hither-and-yon soul
had merged with Jess's soul. Her only ally for the coming ordeal, he
wore blue jeans faded almost white, scuffed Vibram-soled hiking boots
that puffed dust with each step and a T-shirt emblazoned with the
slogan: "Eat More Buffalo! 50,000 Indians Can't Be Wrong!"

He dropped a pack on the floor as he nodded around the room, that
innocent smile on his blond-bearded face. He pulled off his Australian
bush hat, ruffled his dusty blond hair, and, already bent over and
rummaging in his pack, settled into the seat beside Mary.

"Sorry I'm a little late." His words were muted as he stuck his head
halfway into his field pack. "Just got these from the photo center.
Thought we might need them."

At that, Jess placed a couple of folders and a thick envelope --the
kind photographs come in--on the table.
Keene frowned expectantly.

Mary couldn't suppress a slight smile as tan grains of sand trickled