photos, absently handed the camera up to Lana. âWeâll need to do some shovel tests over the site, do stratigraphyââ
âThatâs studying the strata, the layers of deposits in the ground. Iâve been cramming,â Lana added.
âGood for you. Anyway, no reason not to see whatâs right here.â Callie took a small hand trowel out of her pack and slithered down into the six-foot hole.
She began to dig, slowly, methodically while Lana stood above, swatting at gnats and wondering what she was supposed to do.
Sheâd expected an older woman, someone weathered and dedicated and full of fascinating stories. Someone whoâd offer unrestricted support. What she had was a young, attractive woman who appeared to be disinterested, even cynical, about the areaâs current battle.
âUm. Do you often locate sites like this? Through serendipity.â
âMmm-hmm. Accidental discoveryâs one way. Naturalcausesâsay, an earthquakeâare another. Or surveys, aerial photography, subsurface detections. Lots of scientific ways to pinpoint a site. But serendipityâs as good as any.â
âSo this isnât that unusual.â
Callie stopped long enough to glance up. âIf youâre hoping to generate enough interest to keep the big, bad developer away, the method of finding the site isnât going to give you a very long run. The more we expand civilization, build cities, the more often we find remnants of other civilizations underneath.â
âBut if the site itself is of significant scientific interest, Iâll get my long run.â
âMost likely.â Callie went back to slow, careful digging.
âArenât you going to bring in a team? I understood from my conversation with Dr. Greenbaumââ
âTeams take money, which equals grants, which equals paperwork. Thatâs Leoâs deal. Dolanâs footing the bill, at the moment, for the prelim and the lab work.â She didnât bother to look up. âYou figure heâll spring for a full team, the equipment, the housing, the lab fees for a formal dig?â
âNo.â Lana let out a breath. âNo, I donât. It wouldnât be in his best interest. We have some funds, and weâre working on gathering more.â
âI just drove through part of your town, Ms. Campbell. My guess is you couldnât come up with enough to bring in more than a few college students with shovels and clipboards.â
Annoyance creased Lanaâs brow. âIâd think someone in your profession would be willing, even eager, to focus your time and energy on something like this, to work as hard as possible to keep this from being destroyed.â
âI didnât say I wasnât. Give me the camera.â
Impatient now, Lana edged closer, felt her sandals slide into dirt. âAll Iâm asking is that youâOh God, is that another bone? Is thatââ
âAdult femur,â Callie said, and none of the excitement that was churning in her blood was reflected in her voice. She took the camera, snapped shots from different angles.
âAre you going to take it into the lab?â
âNo. It stays. I take it out of this wet ground, itâll dry out. I need proper containers before I excavate bone. But Iâm taking this.â Delicately, Callie removed a flat, pointed stone from the damp wall of dirt. âGive me a hand up.â
Wincing only a little, Lana reached down and clasped Callieâs filthy hand with her own. âWhat is it?â
âSpear point.â She crouched again, took a bag out of her pack and sealed the stone, labeled it. âI didnât know much about this area a couple of days ago. Nothing about the geological history. But Iâm a fast learner, too.â
She wiped her hands on the thighs of her jeans, straightened up. âRhyolite. There was plenty of it in these hills. And