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Nevada Barr - Borderline (Anna Pigeon #15)

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ALSO BY NEVADA BARR
FICTION
Winter Study
Hard Truth
High Country
Flashback
Hunting Season
Blood Lure
Deep South
Liberty Falling
Blind Descent
Endangered Species
Firestorm
Ill Wind
A Superior Death
Track of the Cat
Bittersweet

NONFICTIONS
Seeking Enlightenment... Hat by Hat
G. P. PUTNAMS SONS New York
G. P. PUTNAMS SONS
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Copyright 2009 by Nevada Barr
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed
in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in
or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the authors rights.
Purchase only authorized editions. Published simultaneously in Canada
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Barr, Nevada.
Borderline / Nevada Barr.
p. cm.
eISBN : 978-1-101-02923-7

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
While the author has made every effort to provide accurate telephone numbers and Internet addresses at the time of publication, neither the publisher nor the author assumes any responsibility for errors, or for changes that occur after publication. Further, the publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.

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For Kendall, who gave us a magical dog

CONFESSION
For purposes of mine own I have done many terrible things. I have moved thousands of tons of rocks from Mexico to America at the rock slide in Santa Elena Canyon. I have rerouted roads and allowed horses to be ridden where they are banned by park regulation. I have changed park protocols and, in some dire cases, rewritten a rule or two. In my defense, I have given the park a shiny new helicopter and updated a few other sundry pieces of machinery. Now that the book is finished, I promise to return Big Bend to the pristine and well-run park that I found it.

PROLOGUE
Wailing cut through the perfect darkness. Like a machete, it slashed away the tangle of sleeping dreams holding Gabriela hostage, neither unconscious nor conscious. The baby did that to her. Before the baby shed slept deep and warm and silent, curled next to Marcos. But now there was the baby and Marcos had become a Diablo, a devil, a man who didnt burn up in the fires of hell.
Thin shrieking cut through the walls of her belly and the baby woke kicking, its little heels thumping into the soft flesh beneath her rib cage. You are a devil like your papa, she murmured, and reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.
Marcos. Gabriela tugged gently on her husbands earlobe. Asleep he was beautiful, with his round face and straight black eyebrows, his hair falling long on his shoulders like an Apaches. Wake up, she said. Its the sirens. She tugged again, harder this time. Marcos caught her hand without waking and kissed her palm. Then his eyes flew open, wide and scared, and he sat bolt upright.
Its time? he demanded. Gabby, Ill
Gabriela never found out what hed do. He was wrapped in the sheet and when he tried to leap out of bed he fell to the floor in a muffle of bedding and curses. She started to laugh but decided against it. The baby liked to sit on her bladder and she had to pee most of the time.
Again the sirens sounded.
Looking sheepish, Marcos got up from the floor. Oh, he said. My ride is here.
The sun was going to be up soon and gray light behind the Chisos Mountains made them black like the cutouts children made from construction paper. The street bisecting the village was scuffling with people and horses and dogs and little kids who didnt want to miss the show. Men rode bareback. They had saddles, vaqueros took pride in the tooled leather of their tack, but nobody bothered with saddles now. Diablos also prided themselves on being fast. Men pulled their wives up behind them. Some had sons old enough to be useful and they ran ahead or rode behind.
Gabriela was so fat she could no longer sit behind Marcos. I got to get a horse with a bigger rump, he joked as he pulled her awkwardly up in front of him. Why dont you stay in bed and let one of these worthless boys bring Tildy back?
No, I like to see cowboys turn into Devils, Gabriela said. Its like magic.
Marcos wrapped his arms around her and the baby she carried and drummed his heels on Tildys sides. Before she got so big theyd race down to the Rio Bravo del Norte, Gabriela holding him tightly around the waist, him bending over the horses neck. Today theyd be one of the last to arrive at the river and she knew Marcos didnt like that, but he was such a good husband he never said anything or told her she was too big to come.
The Estada de Coahuila in Mexico had let go of their water earlier in the spring. Now, at the bend where the river turned north again, it was shallow enough to walk a horse through without the rider getting his feet wet. Light was leaking around the few clouds on the eastern horizon and the giant reeds on the banks were turning from black to green. The greedy desert gave up little ground to the intrusion of water-hungry plants. Gray stony soil crabbed with the claws of sotol and ocotillo and horse-crippler cactus pushed nearly to the waters edge.
The first of the mounted Diablos rode into the water and a shout went up as the others followed, horses hooves churning the water, women clutching their men and their skirts to keep them from trailing in the water, children running out to shout across to rangers waiting by a truck with the lights and siren on. Rangers waving and shouting back. On American soil in Big Bend National Park where the Rio del Norte was called the Rio Grande, the vaqueros slid from their horses and caught yellow shirts and helmets from a ranger tossing them from the rear of a truck.
This was Gabrielas favorite part and, though shed watched it a dozen or more times, she steadied Tildy and stared transfixed as Mexican vaqueros turned into American firefighters, the Diablos, one of the most respected fire crews in the southwest.
Adis, Marcos called, and waved his yellow helmet in an arc as the truck backed up the slope from the river, the crew in the back.
Tildy twitched her ears and neighed softly but she was as steady as a rock. She acted as if she knew Gabriela was carrying a child and didnt sport around the way she did when it was just Marcos on her back.
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