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.Can you prove it?""I'm sure a minerologist with a microscope can prove it.""You found them right together?""Right in the same grid," Isaacs said.He pointed to it."Seventeen W, rightthere on the top of the ridge, right where a guy might be sitting watching forgame down at the river while he chipped himself out some tools.And there wasmore of the same stuff in two of the adjoining grids.The guy must have brokenPage 49ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlone, dropped it right where he was sittin' there, and went to work on theother one.""And broke it, and dropped it, too," Leaphorn said."And because he did, we blow the hell out of a tired old theory of Early Manand make anthropology admit the traditional disappearing man story won't holdwater anymore.""Has Reynolds got the good news yet?""Not until he comes back from Tucson this weekend," Isaacs said."And that'swhat I was starting to explain to you.Reynolds is probably the one guy in theworld who would give a graduate student a break like this.You probably knowhow it works.The professor who finds the site, and scares up the diggingmoney, and plans the strategy-it's his dig.The graduate students do theshovel work and the sorting, but the professor makes all the decisions and hepublishes the report under his name, and if his students are lucky, maybe heputs their names in a footnote, or maybe he doesn't.But with Reynolds, it'sthe other way around.He tells you how to do it and what to look for and heturns you loose.And then whatever you find you publish yourself.There's adozen people around the country who have made their reputations that waybecause of him.He gives away the glory and all he expects in return is thatyou do him a scientific job." He looked at Leaphorn, his face bleak."By thatI mean a perfect job.Perfect.""What do you mean?""I mean you don't make a single mistake.You don't screw up anything.Yourrecords are exactly right.Nothing happens that would let any other scientistin any way cast any doubt on what you've found." Isaacs laughed, a grim,manufactured sound."Like you don't let a couple of kids hang around your digsite.Like you don't let a girl hang around.You work from daylight until darkseven days a week and you don't let a damn thing distract you.""I see," Leaphorn said."Reynolds let me know he was disappointed when he saw Susie here," Isaacssaid."And he raised bloody hell over the boys.""So that sort of gives you a choice between Reynolds, who's done you a bunchof favors, and that girl, who needs some help.""No.That's not it." Isaacs sat on the wheelbarrow rim.He looked away fromLeaphorn, out across the valley.The sun had dipped behind the cloudbank nowand the breeze was suddenly picking up.It riffled through his hair."These rocks I got here mean the rest of my life," he said slowly."It means Iget past the Ph.D.committee with no sweat, and I get the degree.And insteadof being one of a hundred new Ph.D.s fighting it out for maybe three or fourdecent faculty places around the country, I have my pick.I have thereputation, and a book to write, and the status.And when I walk into theAmerican Anthropological Association meetings, instead of being some grubbylittle pissant of a graduate assistant at some little junior college, why, I'mthe man who helped fill in the missing link.It's the kind of thing that lastsyou all of your life.""All I was suggesting that you do," Leaphorn said, "was bring Susanne here andkeep an eye on her until this business settles down."Page 50ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlIsaacs still stared out toward the Zu¤i Buttes."I thought about it before.Just to get her away from that place.But here's the way it would work.Reynolds would figure it was the last proof he needed that I wasn't the manfor this dig.He'd pull me off and put somebody else on it.He may do itanyway because of those boys being here.And that would blow my dissertationresearch, and the degree, and the whole ball game."He swung toward Leaphorn, his anger blazing again."Look," he said."I don'tknow how it was with you.Maybe pretty thin.Well, my folks, such as I had,were all east Tennessee white trash.Never been a one of them went to college.Never a one had a pot to piss in.Just poor trash.My dad had run offsomewhere, according to my mother, and I wouldn't even swear she knew who hewas.With me it was living with a drunken uncle in a sharecropper shack, andchopping cotton, and every year pleading for him to let me go back to schoolwhen fall got there so I could finish high school [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]