By Elizabeth Peters
An exceptional wage and an all-expenses-paid summer time spent a sprawling Arizona ranch is just too stable a deal for fledgling anthropologist D.J. Abbott to show down. What does it subject that her wealthy new employer/benefactor, Hank Hunnicutt, is a qualified oddball who's almost immediately investment all demeanour of off-beat tasks, from alien conspiracy stories to a hunt for dragon bones? there is even speak of treasure buried within the within sight mountains, yet D.J. isn't really going to permit free hypothesis -- or the massive charms of good-looking specialist treasure hunter Jesse Franklin -- to sidetrack her. until eventually Hunnicutt suffers a mysterious coincidence after which vanishes, leaving the weirdos collected at his unfold to eye one another with nervous suspicion. yet on a excessive desolate tract look for the lacking millionaire, D.J. is studying issues that won't be fit for her to grasp. For the sport a person is taking part in the following is going a long way past the rational universe -- and it can depart D.J. legitimately lifeless.
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Oh, dear me, I have offended the poor little 38 / Elizabeth Peters feminist. I’m not questioning your brains, Abbott, for the simple reason that I don’t know whether you have any. You may be the brightest thing to come down the pike since Margaret Mead, but you can’t challenge me. ” De Karsky made another of those unmirthful laughing noises. “There, that’s what I mean. You’re about as subtle as a bulldozer, aren’t you? I have no objection to giving away my technique, because you’d never be able to emulate it.
But he must have plenty of other sycophants,” I said rudely. ” “Yes, he does. The ranch is crawling with weirdos. But I, my dear, am no weirdo. I have a good degree from a reputable institution of learning. Summa cum laude, in fact. Hank is naive, but he’s no fool. When Professor Screwball and Madame Charlatan tell him he is right, he knows Summer of the Dragon / 39 they are speaking from ignorance. ” “I see. ” “Most of the time. An occasional outburst of skepticism is necessary in order to maintain my scholarly image.
If De Karsky hadn’t greeted him by name I wouldn’t have known who he was. He didn’t 48 / Elizabeth Peters look anything like what I had expected; tall and lean and weatherbeaten, he looked like John Wayne and Gary Cooper and Tom Mix—all the old cowboy heroes rolled into one. His clothes suited the image—wellworn boots, jeans, and a shirt of faded blue-and-whitechecked cotton. I was amazed that he didn’t have a star pinned on his chest and twin holsters dangling low on his hips. The only incongruous note in the costume was his belt, a row of silver medallions the size of saucers, set with huge chunks of unpolished turquoise.