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‘Unique, addictive. There’s never been anyone like Waldrop, in or out of science fiction’ – GEORGE R.R. MARTIN ‘A tense, fast-paced time-travel yarn, packed with gritty detail’ – Gregory Benford ‘It’s not what the reader expects… You can’t get that from a Howard Waldrop story. The wise Waldrop reader leaves his or her expectations in those little lockers that management has provided near the beginning of the story. You can reclaim them afterward, if you still want them. Most people don’t bother’ – Eileen Gunn ‘It’s original and quirky and weird, and I love it to bits and always have… What makes this book so masterful is Waldrop’s knowledge of history and masterful interweaving of stories to make them more than the sum of their parts.’ – Jo Walton Praise for Howard Waldrop

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He was unarmed. He had on a red-and-white-striped loincloth and wore a pair of moccasins. His hair was black, pulled back in two braids, and had a single feather in it. He had one small pearl in his left ear. He was much more confidence-inspiring than the three who had surprised me at the spring.

I stopped. He regarded me calmly. His skin was an even copper color, like an old penny. He had no tattoos.

His eyes went to the horse tethered far away. Then he studied me, my carbine, my clothes.

My arm was still up in greeting.

‘Hello,’ I said. ‘Amigo. Friend.’

‘Hello,’ he said, in Greek.

THE BOX I

DA Form 11432Z 01 Oct 2002

Comp 147TOE 148

Pres for duty

146

Missing, line of duty

1 For: S. Spaulding

Col, Inf.

Total: 147

Commanding Barnes, Bonnie

Cpt ADC

Adjutant

Smith’s Diary

*

Oct 4

It took two and a half days for us all to come through, though we started at thirty-second intervals. I came through in the middle of the first night.

Forty-five minutes later Sgt. Croft came out of the portal behind me.

And so on through the night, the next day and night, and early into the second morning.

One hundred and forty-six of us.

There is still no sign of Leake, or of what happened to him. Dr. Heidegger thought the jump-reading on the instruments just before Leake went through may have something to do with it. The point man could be back where we started from, a few days before or after where we started from, Up There.

If he is, he knows where he is better than we do. Or when, for that matter. Colonel Spaulding sent scouts out on two-hour rides in every direction. All they found were trails, but nothing else manmade, so far. No smoke, no footprints, no boats, no houses, no aircraft.

We have set up camp on the bluff overlooking the bayou. It’s the highest point for kilometers around. Spaulding had us dig in the usual star pattern defenses, but hasn’t let us set up anything permanent yet.

Everybody’s getting this wild look in their eyes, if they didn’t already have it before we left Up There. This is it, whenever and wherever it is. We’re stuck here, unless life somehow goes on Up There, and they find some way to come get us. We knew that when we came through, but we also thought we’d be somewhere in the neighborhood of eighty years from the time we started.

Spaulding is taking it right, acting like this is just another exercise, some problem the War College has set for him. What did we expect from a thirty-year man? Come to think of it, what’s a ’copter pilot like me doing here, anyway? As acting assistant adjutant, no less.

It’s better than being back Up There, dying with the rest of them.

Acting assistant adjutant, I can see giving the CIA spooks orders some day when everybody else is out of the camp. They all have shifty eyes and look like insurance agents on an overnight campout. Jeez.

There are more lightning bugs and bigger mosquitoes here than I ever imagined could live in Louisiana.

And so, as Pepys used to say, to bed.

Bessie II

They looked like a bunch of ants. They were doing several things at once with a minimum of frenzy. Picks and shovels rose, fell, ladled. Two workers were tossing dirt in the air over a fine wire mesh screen. Only Kincaid’s shoes and elbows showed out of the test trench.

Bessie coated the second horse’s skull with shellac. It had no bullet holes in it. There was such a tangle of bones in the mound that it was impossible to leave the topmost in situ and still find out anything. Bones of horses, all in a twisted pile, five, six, maybe more complete skeletons.

Bessie looked up at the large double mound with it rows of stakes. A small shiver went through her. She rubbed her arms. The air was hot and blue, with no seeming promise of rain.

The Suckatoncha Bayou was gray and flat through the brush. In the great flood of two years ago, thirty people had been drowned by its waters. Livestock, bloated and ruptured, had floated in it for weeks. Whole houses had been found fifty miles from their pilings. Water had come halfway up the bluff.

Under Huey ‘Kingfish’ Long, the state had set up the Suckatoncha Bayou Relief Project, a series of dams to hold back future floods. The first of the dams was ten miles away, and the land around the bayou was to be slowly covered during the next two years. The state Salvage Survey had mapped those archeological sites which would be flooded (and found a few new ones in the process). Now Bessie, Kincaid and five other teams were digging along the edges of the Bayou, trying to learn what they could before the waters covered them forever.

The Salvage Project had started with the understanding that there were three months left before the first of the mounds would be covered. That had been before spring rains caused the state water people to shut the dams ahead of schedule. The spillways ten miles up weren’t completed yet, so they had shut some farther downstream, starting the waters creeping upward.

Time and rain were the enemies now. If rainy weather set in, the waters would rise at a tremendous rate in a few days. They would also stop or slow down work on all the digs at the same time. All the salvage crews’ time would be spent trying to keep the opened mounds and village sites dry and intact.

There was a chance of rain that afternoon, the usual southern evening thunderstorms. The air was humid and thick though as yet there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

Early morning had been no less busy. Kincaid had driven to Suckatoncha, used the town marshal’s telephone, and called the University. He’d talked to the Project Director and laid it on the line. He wanted to pull in two other teams, plus the office staff, photographers, artists, and curators, to the site.

That had been on the basis of the first equine skull.

While he was in town, Bessie had taken the second out of the test trench. Now Kincaid was back, submerged in the dig.

William brought her a few potsherds with Kincaid’s ink-scribbled location numerals on them. She recognized them immediately; Coles Creek red, white, and black rims. That would normally mean somewhere between 700 and 1500 a.d. No surprise there, except the upper date. That might explain the horses – not really, though. The first hadn’t been on the continent until the second or third decade, none known in this area until de Soto’s march north of here in 1540.

It was possible this segment of the Coles Creek culture could have lasted a few more decades, maybe until the middle of the century, still been viable when the Spanish came through.

What about the cartridge, though?

That was no Spanish musket ball, no arquebus load. Most of the conquistadors depended on crossbows for their main armaments until the mid–1500s anyway. Usually they only had ten or twelve firearms, plus a few small cannon, for each hundred soldiers. This was a modern brass cartridge.

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