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As
if
responding
of
itself
to
his
control
,
the
needle
of
her
altimeter
was
slowly
moving
upward
.
She
was
rising
and
she
went
on
rising
and
she
wondered
when
her
breath
and
her
propeller
would
fail
.
He
was
going
southeast
,
toward
the
highest
mountains
that
obstructed
the
path
of
the
sun
.
It
was
his
plane
that
was
struck
by
the
first
sunray
.
It
flashed
for
an
instant
,
like
a
burst
of
white
fire
,
sending
rays
to
shoot
from
its
wings
.
The
peaks
of
the
mountains
came
next
:
she
saw
the
sunlight
reaching
the
snow
in
the
crevices
,
then
trickling
down
the
granite
sides
;
it
cut
violent
shadows
on
the
ledges
and
brought
the
mountains
into
the
Jiving
finality
of
a
form
.
They
were
flying
over
the
wildest
stretch
of
Colorado
,
uninhabited
,
uninhabitable
,
inaccessible
to
men
on
foot
or
plane
.
No
landing
was
possible
within
a
radius
of
a
hundred
miles
;
she
glanced
at
her
fuel
gauge
:
she
had
one
half
-
hour
left
.
The
stranger
was
heading
straight
toward
another
,
higher
range
.
She
wondered
why
he
chose
a
course
no
air
route
did
or
ever
would
travel
.
She
wished
this
range
were
behind
her
;
it
was
the
last
effort
she
could
hope
to
make
.
The
stranger
’
s
plane
was
suddenly
slacking
its
speed
.
He
was
losing
altitude
just
when
she
had
expected
him
to
climb
.
The
granite
barrier
was
rising
in
his
path
,
moving
to
meet
him
,
reaching
for
his
wings
—
but
the
long
,
smooth
line
of
his
motion
was
sliding
down
.
She
could
detect
no
break
,
no
jolt
,
no
sign
of
mechanical
failure
;
it
looked
like
the
even
movement
of
a
controlled
intention
.
With
a
sudden
flash
of
sunlight
on
its
wings
,
the
plane
banked
into
a
long
curve
,
rays
dripping
like
water
from
its
body
—
then
went
into
the
broad
,
smooth
circles
of
a
spiral
,
as
if
circling
for
a
landing
where
no
landing
was
conceivable
.
She
watched
,
not
trying
to
explain
it
,
not
believing
what
she
saw
,
waiting
for
the
upward
thrust
that
would
throw
him
back
on
his
course
.
But
the
easy
,
gliding
circles
went
on
dropping
,
toward
a
ground
she
could
not
see
and
dared
not
think
of
.
.
.
Like
remnants
of
broken
jaws
,
strings
of
granite
dentures
stood
between
her
ship
and
his
;
she
could
not
tell
what
lay
at
the
bottom
of
his
spiral
motion
.
She
knew
only
that
it
did
not
look
like
,
but
was
certain
to
be
,
the
motion
of
a
suicide
.
She
saw
the
sunlight
glitter
on
his
wings
for
an
instant
.
