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deep
in
rock
walls
and
facing
another
cliff
some
four
kilometers
away
—
far
enough
above
the
desert
to
avoid
worms
but
close
enough
for
easy
access
before
a
crossing
.
She
turned
,
seeing
that
Paul
had
the
tent
up
,
its
rib
-
domed
hemisphere
blending
with
the
rock
walls
of
the
fissure
.
Paul
stepped
past
her
,
lifting
his
binoculars
.
He
adjusted
their
internal
pressure
with
a
quick
twist
,
focused
the
oil
lenses
on
the
other
cliff
,
lifting
golden
tan
in
morning
light
across
open
sand
.
Jessica
watched
as
he
studied
that
apocalyptic
landscape
,
his
eyes
probing
into
sand
rivers
and
canyons
.
“
There
are
growing
things
over
there
,
”
he
said
.
Jessica
found
the
spare
binoculars
in
the
pack
beside
the
tent
,
moved
up
beside
Paul
.
“
There
,
”
he
said
,
holding
the
binoculars
with
one
hand
and
pointing
with
the
other
.
She
looked
where
he
pointed
.
“
Saguaro
,
”
she
said
.
“
Scrawny
stuff
.
”
“
There
may
be
people
nearby
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
That
could
be
the
remains
of
a
botanical
testing
station
,
”
she
warned
.
