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"Welcome," she said with a broad, nervous smile. "And welcome back. Glad you could bring the family."

She set about introducing the others, all moving forward with varying degrees of shyness or confidence or diffidence in front of the cameras.

Mitch was sure this was going to turn out badly.

At the airport, LaShawna and Celia had been glad to see Stella again. Breaking from John Hamilton's protection, LaShawna had grabbed Celia and then Stella and they had all gone off together to the closest women's restroom-a frightening place for them all, even more than the airplane, with the smells of so many humans.

LaShawna had dragged Stella into a stall and whispered fiercely at her, "What are you doing, girl, going wasp and getting yourself puffed! Was it that boy Will?"



Celia had called through the closed door, "She'll explain later. Let's go! I don't like it in here."

But there had been little time for talk, much less clouding and conveying the full story. The ride in the truck had made them all a little quiet, even with Kaye and Mitch and John along. LaShawna had whispered in Stella's ear, "Your mother looks good."

Stella had pulled back and looked LaShawna full in the face.

"Momma has it," LaShawna had said sadly, dropping her chin to her chest and pulling up her knees, propping them against the seat back. "She's in a wheelchair."

Stella brushed the short hair from her eyes as the wind blew in her face. She stepped down from the truck and blinked at the cameras. Celia and LaShawna seemed to fall in place behind her like ducklings. Being pregnant gave her seniority, she wondered why; it was stupid the way it had happened, stupid losing Will. She had left Oldstock to come here in part to get perspective; she wondered how much longer she would live at the compound.

Without Will, she doubted she would ever find the childish freedom that had once seemed so important. As she smelled and felt the baby inside her, she thought of responsibility and getting things done.

Meeting with a senator and with all these other folks was a start.

The landscape around the dry river bed was somewhere between bleak and pretty and it smelled much like Oldstock though cooler; the trees knew less sun than the trees around Lake Stannous. Quiet, cool pines poked up through gray brush and hard, crusty dirt with broken pieces of purple-black and gray rock overlying.

There was something going on between the woman archaeologist, Eileen, and her father. They were old friends. Something had happened between them along ago; Stella was sure of it. She watched her mother, but Kaye did not seem bothered. In fact, Kaye and Eileen seemed to walk alike and to look around with the same dignified curiosity.

That pleased Stella.

Mitch put an arm around her shoulder. Stella leaned into his embrace and cameras whirred and flashed all around.

"They're affectionate affectionate," said a male newscaster to unseen eyes. "Isn't that wonderful?"

Mitch gently squeezed Stella. "Never mind," he said in a low voice. "We're going to visit the bones." He sounded as if that would be like entering a church.

And it was. They walked down into the big shelter, following long plywood sheets, and reporters were instructed to turn off their bright lights. A large sunburned man, about thirty years old, in muddy jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt, with dirty forearms and a bandanna around his head, and dental tools and brushes slung on his belt, made the reporters pa.s.s through inspection and a shoe scrub. They all donned plastic booties. "Dirt is important here," the man explained, his voice a rich tenor. "We don't want to add anything that doesn't belong."

Eileen broke from a small group of reporters and introduced him. "This is Carlton Fierro," she said. "Carlton the Doorman. We call him that because he can hardly fit through most doors. He's in charge of this dig now."

Stella smiled at Carlton.

"Glad you could make it," he told the girls.

Connie Fitz walked around a sculpted pillar of dirt and hooked arms with Eileen. "We need big boys to protect us when there are reporters around," she said, and winked at Mitch.

Stella did not understand any of this. She focused on Carlton, who was shaking hands with Mitch. "We've got the biggest grouping over here," Carlton said, and led them all along the boards and through a connecting corridor to the second wing of the shelter. They turned right and stood before a wide excavated mesa, sheared off about ten feet below the datum-the level of the surrounding land. Scaffolds had been erected around the mesa and filtered sunlight fell on them all through milky fibergla.s.s sheets.

"Eight at a time," Carlton instructed, "and that includes me." The reporters pushed around him, trying to keep the girls and Kaye in direct view.

He made a path through the crowd for the people Eileen pointed out, holding her hand over their heads and nodding.

"Coming through," Carlton said, and they climbed the aluminum steps. He was the last.

Stella looked down on the excavation. At first, all she saw was a large jumble of dark bones on hard planed dirt, mud, and what looked like old ash. She could smell the dust. Nothing more.

Mitch and Kaye stood across from her, Celia and LaShawna beside her; John Hamilton and Senator Bloch, both very quiet, were catercorner on the scaffold beside Carlton. Oliver Merton was staying out of the way, standing alone in one corner with arms crossed.

Eileen and Connie Fitz and Laura Bloch had also stayed below. It was now Carlton's show.

"There are eight adult females and two children, one male and one female, in this grouping," Carlton said. "A lahar of volcanic gas and mud and water came roaring down this river bed about twenty thousand years ago. They died together, covered with hot mud. One of them dropped a woven gra.s.s basket. Its mold is still in that cube of unexcavated mudstone to the right. The woman on top of the group-she's marked with a red plastic square, and her outline is made more clear by the thin strip of blue tape-is taller and more robust; she's h.o.m.o erectus h.o.m.o erectus, a late stage variety similar to heidelbergensis heidelbergensis but as yet without a scientific designation. She appears to be in her forties, well past child bearing and very old for the time. A grandma type. We think she was protecting the children, and perhaps two other women. The female child and the other females are all but as yet without a scientific designation. She appears to be in her forties, well past child bearing and very old for the time. A grandma type. We think she was protecting the children, and perhaps two other women. The female child and the other females are all h.o.m.o sapiens h.o.m.o sapiens, virtually indistinguishable from you and me. The male child is another h.o.m.o erectus. h.o.m.o erectus.

"At first, we thought-Connie and Eileen and the pioneers at this site thought, that is; I'm sort of late here-that there were only females, that the males had run off and abandoned them. Later, Mr. Rafelson found the first signs of the males, not far away and across the river. We thought they might have been out hunting and coming back to their females. Well, that may still be the case, but there was a lot more going on. We've since excavated thirteen sites around the Spent River, all within a thousand yards of here. We've found a total of fifty-three whole skeletons and perhaps seventy partials, a bit of femur or skull cap or tooth here and there.

"This was a kind of village, set up in the autumn to take advantage of salmon runs in the river. Family groups made camp along a loose network of trails, waiting for the run to begin. They were caught by the volcanic eruption and frozen in time, for us to find, and to reacquaint ourselves with . . . well, I think of them as old friends. Old teachers, actually."

Stella glanced at Mitch and saw a tear on his cheek.

Carlton paused to gather his thoughts. Celia was transfixed and maybe a little frightened by this big, rough-looking male. Her jaw hung open. LaShawna was frowning in concentration.

"And what they teach us now is pretty simple. They were traveling as equals. Personally, I don't know what they were offering each other. But we've found roughly equal numbers of both species, erectus erectus and and sapiens sapiens. There are children of both species, and males as well. Our first site was anomalous. If I could make a guess . . ."

"He's a lot like you, Mitch," Eileen called from the crowd below the scaffold.

Carlton smiled shyly. "I'd say maybe the erectus erectus individuals worked as hunters, using tools made by the individuals worked as hunters, using tools made by the sapiens sapiens. We haven't finished a.n.a.lyzing one of the outermost digs yet, a hunting party, but it looks like some of the erectus erectus females served as lead hunters. They carried flint knapping tools and the heavy weapons and some stones that might or might not be hunting charms. That's right. Tall girls with great sniffers leading the brainy boys. females served as lead hunters. They carried flint knapping tools and the heavy weapons and some stones that might or might not be hunting charms. That's right. Tall girls with great sniffers leading the brainy boys.

"We're looking for a central butchering ground for game-usually near where the large cutting tools were manufactured. In those days hunters tended to carry big game back to the village and butcher it in a protected area. We aren't sure why-either they hadn't yet thought of carrying the butchering tools with them, or they were trying to avoid attracting large predators.

"The sapiens sapiens females cooperated in weaving gra.s.s and leather and bark and preparing the fish and gathering berries and bugs and such around the camps. We've found beetles and grubs and gra.s.s and blackberry seeds in some of the baskets. Everyone had their place. They worked together." females cooperated in weaving gra.s.s and leather and bark and preparing the fish and gathering berries and bugs and such around the camps. We've found beetles and grubs and gra.s.s and blackberry seeds in some of the baskets. Everyone had their place. They worked together."

"So should we all," said Senator Bloch, and Stella could see that she, too, was deeply moved.

Stella did not know what to think. The bones were still a tangle, as were her thoughts.

"As we reveal the bones, remove the overburden and brush them clean, we don't know what beliefs they held, twenty thousand years ago," Carlton said softly. "So basically we just respect them with silence, for a while, and grat.i.tude. We get acquainted, as it were. They were not our direct ancestors, of course-we'll probably never find direct ancestors that old. It would be like digging up needles in a mighty spa.r.s.e and distributed haystack.

"But the people down here, and all around the Spent River, they're still us us. n.o.body owns them. But they're family." Carlton nodded to his own strong convictions.

"Amen," Eileen and Connie Fitz said simultaneously below the scaffold.

Stella saw her father's hands on the rail. His knuckles were white and he was staring directly at her. Stella leaned her head to one side. He moved his lips. She could easily tell what he was saying.

Human.

Eileen and Laura Bloch and Mitch watched as the photographers arranged Kaye and the girls at the base of the mesa, standing in front of the scaffolding. No pictures of the bones were being allowed.

"Rumor has it Kaye met G.o.d," Eileen said in a low voice to Mitch. "Is it true?"

"So she tells me."

"That's got to be awkward for a scientist," Eileen said.

"She's doing okay," Mitch said. "She calls it just another kind of inspiration."

Senator Bloch listened to this with a focused pug-dog expression.

"What about you?" Eileen asked.

"I remain blissfully ignorant."

"Kind of a sometime thing, huh?"

Bloch weighed in. "That can't be bad," she mused. "Not for politics. Did she see Jesus?"

Mitch shook his head. "I don't think so. That's not what she says, anyway."

Bloch pouched out her lips. "If there's no Jesus, we best keep it under our hats for now."

"What does G.o.d tell her about all of this?" Eileen asked, sweeping her hand over the excavations, the revealed bones.

Mitch scowled. "Not much, probably. It doesn't seem to be that kind of relationship."

"What good is he, then?" Eileen asked petulantly.

Mitch had to look hard to tell if she was joking. She appeared to be, and she lost interest as some photographers came too near a grid square propped against a table and almost knocked it over.

After berating them and resetting the square, she came back and patted Mitch on the shoulder. "Good for Kaye," she said. "Just proves that we're a tough old species. We can survive anything, even G.o.d. How about you? Going to come back soon and dig with us?" Eileen asked.

"No," Mitch said. "That's over for me."

"Shame. He was the best," Eileen said to Bloch. "A real natural."

Mitch helped Kaye back into the van. Kaye sat and ma.s.saged her calves. Her feet were numb and she had had a difficult time climbing the stairs out of the shelter.

Stella and Celia and LaShawna walked in a tight cl.u.s.ter to the van and climbed in behind her, then sat quietly. John Hamilton and Mitch stood talking as they waited for Bloch to rejoin them.

Kaye could hear her husband and John, but only a scatter of words between whisks of dusty wind.

John was saying, ". . . and bad. They say it's worse with two. Summer in Maryland is going to be tough. She wanted to come here. Just couldn't."

Kaye licked her dry lips and stared forward. Stella placed her hand on Kaye's shoulder and touched her cheek.

"How are you all doing?" Kaye asked abruptly, swiveling around despite the twinges in her thighs and surveying the girls-the young women.

"We're just fine," LaShawna said dreamily. "I wish I knew what this was all about."

"I think-KUK I do," Celia said. "Human politics."

"How are you, dear?" Kaye asked Stella.

"We're fine," Stella said, and her cheeks flushed b.u.t.terfly gold with something like fear, and something like joy. fine," Stella said, and her cheeks flushed b.u.t.terfly gold with something like fear, and something like joy.

She gets it, Kaye thought. Kaye thought. What we just saw. She's like her father that way. What we just saw. She's like her father that way.

She watched Stella lean back in the seat and put on a distant, thoughtful expression, cheeks paling to beige. Celia and LaShawna sat back with her.

Together, they all folded their arms.

That evening, Stella and Celia and LaShawna sat in their own room in a motel in Portland. Kaye and Mitch and John Hamilton were in other rooms in the same motel; the girls had asked to be together, alone, "To just lie back and revert," Stella had explained.

They had eaten with the others and watched Senator Bloch and Oliver Merton leave in a limo to fly back on a red-eye to Washington, D.C., and now they were relaxing and thinking quietly.

Seeing the bones had bothered Stella. Will was not much more than bones now. All that time, all that life; gone, leaving nothing but scattered rubble. Celia and LaShawna were also quiet at first, absorbed in their own individual thoughts.

They were saddened by the prospect of parting, but they all had things to do at home, loved ones to attend to. Celia was living with the Hamiltons and working with Shevite outreach services in Maryland and had her own life. LaShawna was getting her general education requirements at a local high school and planned on going to a junior college to study nursing. With her father, she took care of her mother, who was not getting around on her own much now, and her baby sister.

So much had changed in a few short months.

Stella sat up from a pile of pillows and made a circling motion with her palm, dipping her head like a bird, and LaShawna seconded. Celia gave a little groan of weary protest but joined them on the bed farthest from the curtained window. They palm-touched and sat in a circle, and Stella felt her cheeks flush and her ears grow warm.

"Who we are," LaShawna sang. "What we are/ who. What we are/ who. Get us in, get us out/ who."

It was a chant that helped them focus; they had done it before at Sable Mountain when the teachers and counselors weren't watching or listening, and especially after a difficult day.

The room filled with their scents. A little something like electricity pa.s.sed between them and LaShawna started to hum two tunes, two sets of over and under. She was good at that, better than Stella.

The day seemed to melt away and Stella felt her neck and back loosen and they began to remember all the good they had experienced together.

"Lovely. We're in it," LaShawna said, and started to hum again.

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