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sharpened sticks.
    All afternoon people had brought things—food,
equipment, and a wood and cloth dwelling structure. “That tent
is for us,” Enrique had told him before he’d left, only
to return a few hours later with his and Arka’s belongings,
clothing, and sleeping rolls. Arka had taken a short break to bury
the Sun God’s skull for safekeeping.
    The Goddess of Moonlight’s voice floated
to him again. “Later. You know what I want to see, Arthur.
Don't tease.” The shadow of her hat hid her upper face, but her
ruby-colored lips against the paleness of her cheeks made him think
of juicy berries. His mouth salivated. Her full breasts quivered with
each step she took. Entranced by the appearance of her nipples as
they peaked beneath the cream-colored tank top, he failed to notice
her pace slow.
    His eyes rose to meet hers. Dark, indigo blue
like the night sky, they held him captivated. He heard her draw in a
quick, startled breath as her hand fluttered to her chest. The skull
pounded a final crescendo only he could feel from beneath the ground
and fell silent. Instinctively Arka dropped to one knee, forearm
braced on his thigh, and bowed his head to her.
    “You got a rock in your shoe?”
Enrique nudged him with his leg and extended his hand to the goddess
with a smile. Arka looked at his bare foot. He didn’t have a
rock … oh, the bow. He realized what he’d just done
without thought. “Welcome Dr. Kramer, I'm Enrique and this is
my uncle Arka.”
    He raised his head to look upon her beauty but
remained kneeling. Her hand trembled; her eyes remained locked to his
as she shook his nephew’s hand. “Arka … like the
Mayan Journeyer of myth?” He gave her a single nod. A radiant
smile lit her face. “That has always been my favorite story. I
used to make my father tell it to me over and over as a girl. I know
this is crazy but, you seem … familiar. Did you study in
Mississippi?”
    Relief flooded him. She'd shared his dreams
after all. “I am not formally educated, Dr. Kramer. My skills
are from my forefathers.” He answered with a thick voice he
barely recognized as his.
    “I've hired these gentlemen to work under
your direction.” Dr. Hanson gave Arka a confused look. “I'll
leave it to them to show you the site. Enrique, please make sure Dr.
Kramer's bags get to her trailer.” Enrique went to the Jeep and
Dr. Hanson returned to his duties, leaving Arka and Gwen staring at
each other.
    “Are you … um … okay? You
might want to breathe. Your lips are turning blue.” She shifted
from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable. He took a deep, loud
breath, and she smiled again. He hadn’t realized he was holding
it.
    Arka hesitated. If he rose, she would see the
evidence of her effect on him, but he had little choice. Sure enough,
her gaze traveled down his chest and lingered at the bulge in his
shorts before she blushed and looked away. He wished he could take
her hand as he'd done in his dreams. Instead he simply walked beside
her.
    She removed her hat, stepped carefully over the
strings, squatted, and placed her other hand directly over the
location of the skull. “You are going to share your treasures
with me?” she whispered to the ground. The sun reflected off
her hair, held tightly bound to her head by the braid.
    Arka grinned at the look of joy on her beautiful
face. “Would you like to start now?” he asked. Despite
the dark circles of fatigue under her eyes, she nodded. Arka searched
through the tools that had been dropped off when the trailer had been
delivered, giving him a much-needed moment to collect his thoughts.
    She'd laid out a tarp when he returned with a
trowel, screen, and brush. She bounced up and down on her toes, her
hands clasped together at her chest. Every hop lifted a peek of
cleavage into view at the top of her shirt. The blood he'd begged
back to his brain turned traitor and returned to his groin. He gave
the sun a brief glare. Kinich Ahau, you are cruel to this