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to, but no one’s allowed to fly over or into the Grand Canyon anymore except for rescue helicopters.”
    Tia still had that dreamy look that came over her when she latched onto an idea. “Can you imagine exploring a place like that? I mean, like, I wouldn’t want to mess with the scorpions and snakes and stuff, but it would be so awesome to go in there just for a couple of days and see how those people lived, you know?”
    â€œI’d take my raft in.” Colin’s voice rang with almost as much excitement as Tia’s. “Man, what a rush!”
    Kara shook her head. “That would be a rush, all right. I don’t see how any of those explorers survived. Those rapids were worse than class five. I’ll bet they weren’t even on the chart!”
    Colin laughed. “Rapids probably weren’t even rated back then. Now it’s one through five—ripples through raging white water.” He shook his head. “Threes and fours are good enough for me. Only a crazy man would tackle a class five.”
    â€œYou could hike in,” Ryan piped up. “There’s a trail for angels, but they let mules and people use it too, I saw!”
    Kara reached over and ruffled his hair. “You mean Angel Trail?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œAngel is the name of the trail, Ry. And they take mules down almost every day.” She sighed. “It looked like fun, but we didn’t have time.”
    â€œToo crowded,” Tia insisted. “At least it was when Pops took us a few years ago. We went to Mesa Verde too, and I saw how the Anasazi Indians lived. They built homes right into the sides of the cliffs and farmed the flat spots up above.”
    â€œThe Anasazi disappeared.” Everyone turned to look at Anne, who was sitting in the far corner of the room next to her loom. “Hundreds of years they live in the canyons, then they are gone.” Her face was calm, but Kara could hear a trace of sadness in her voice.
    Tia nodded. “Yeah. They just vanished overnight.” She looked at Kara. “Wouldn’t it be awesome to find out why?”
    â€œSome things only God can know,” Anne said as she rose and headed for the kitchen. “I will bring the pie.”
    â€œI’ll help.” Kara uncurled herself from the couch where she’d been sitting beside Ryan and Greg.
    â€œMe too.” Tia jumped up from her spot on the floor. “What kind of pie?”
    While Tia got down the plates, Kara rummaged through the dishwasher for clean forks, and Anne cut into the deep-dish apple pie. She handed two plates to Kara, then held out two more for Tia to take into the family room, but she didn’t let go of them right away. “Wakara’s grandfather called while you were at the barn, Tia. He would like to read your paper on the Northern California Indian tribes.”
    Kara couldn’t wait to talk to Tia alone, but by the time they finished dessert, Tia’s dad had arrived to pick her up.
    â€œYour grandfather is looking for something, just like we are!” Tia whispered when Kara walked her to the front porch.
    Kara nodded. “I think he already knows more than he’s telling.” She frowned. “It’s frustrating. He’s had months to go through Great-grandfather’s papers. If he knows something new about my great-grandmother, I wish he’d tell me.”
    â€œMaybe he just wants to be sure first. You know, like, have all the facts before he tells you.”
    Kara shrugged, then gave Tia a quick hug. “Thanks, friend.”
    â€œHey, no prob. See you tomorrow.” Tia grinned and hurried to the car.
    Kara drew in a deep breath of the cool night air and tipped her head back to study the stars. The night sky—another one of God’s masterpieces . “Outrageous,” she whispered to herself, then she chuckled. Tia could be weird sometimes, but no one could ask for a better