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“Sleep with Your Guns Tonight, Boys” No sooner were they gone over the nearest ridge than Cope was wide awake, alert and energized. “Break out your guns!” he said. “Sleep with your guns tonight, boys.” “Why, what do you mean?” “We’ll have visitors tonight, mark my words.” Cope bunched his fists in his pugilistic way. “That vertebrate vulgarity will be back, crawling in on his belly like a snake for a closer look at my pig skull.” “You don’t mean to shoot at them?” Isaac said, horrified. “I do,” Cope said. “They have opposed us and impeded us, they have got the army after us, they have poisoned our water and insulted our persons, and now they are going to steal our finds. Yes, I mean to shoot at them.” This seemed to them extreme, but Cope was angry and would not be talked out of it. An hour passed. Most of the camp fell asleep. Johnson was lying next to Cope, and his twisting and turning kept him awake. Thus he was awake when the first dark figure crept over the ridge. Cope gave a soft sigh. A second figure, then a third. The third was heavyset, lumbering. Cope sighed again, and swung his rifle around. The figures crept toward the camp, and made for the fossil head. Cope raised his rifle to shoot. He was a crack shot, and for a horrified moment Johnson thought he really intended to kill his rival. “Now, Professor—” “Johnson,” he said quietly, “I have him in my sights. It is within my power to kill a trespassing sneak and thief. Remember this night.” And Cope raised his rifle higher into the air, and fired twice at the sky, and shouted, “Indians! Indians!” The cry brought the camp to its feet. Soon rifles were discharged from all sides; the night air was clouded with gun smoke, and acrid with the smell of powder. Across the camp, they heard the intruders scrambling up the ridge. There was an occasional shout of “Damn you! Damn your eyes!” Finally, a deep, distinctive voice cried, “Just your way, Cope! It’s a damnable fake! Just your way! A fake!” And the three men were gone.
The firing stopped. “I believe we have seen the last of Othy Marsh,” Cope said. Smiling, he rolled over to sleep.
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Contents Cover Endpaper Title Page
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Introduction As he appears in an ea
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Young Johnson Joins the Field Trip
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Marsh Professor Marsh kept offices
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The name had an extraordinary effec
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Learning Photography Johnson wanted
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Philadelphia Philadelphia was the b
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puffed-up, brave, and determined to
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“Really? Most families wish to me
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wealthy Quaker merchant, left him m
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“I have made inquiries about that
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informed of this by Red Cloud himse
Page 28 and 29: Going West The Chicago and North We
Page 30 and 31: The West Beyond Omaha the real West
Page 32 and 33: town, it was, noted Johnson, “a c
Page 34 and 35: The Pride De Paree Theater was a tw
Page 36 and 37: “I’ll be back, though.” “Wh
Page 38 and 39: “Oh yes, Mr. Johnson,” said the
Page 40 and 41: Cope’s Expedition It was immediat
Page 42 and 43: Established thirty years before, Sa
Page 44 and 45: e rejoining her husband; indeed, sh
Page 46 and 47: His personal style—his long curly
Page 48 and 49: Part II The Lost World
Page 50 and 51: He was awake for each changing of t
Page 52 and 53: Incidents on the Plains In the midd
Page 54 and 55: Sternberg went out and shot an ante
Page 56 and 57: Badlands The Judith River, a tribut
Page 58 and 59: “I said, ‘I bid you welcome and
Page 60 and 61: that the nomadic Indian lives a fre
Page 62 and 63: Bone Country With these preliminary
Page 64 and 65: potential discoveries lying in wait
Page 66 and 67: cooks it,” Isaac grumbled). Rathe
Page 68 and 69: In 1871, Lord Kelvin, the most emin
Page 70 and 71: Bad Water Cope chose his campsites
Page 72 and 73: They rode on. The sun dropped behin
Page 74 and 75: Dinner with Cope and Marsh The sear
Page 76 and 77: “Very true.” “Though you neve
Page 80 and 81: Moving Camp In early August, they w
Page 82 and 83: “Just wait and see,” Cookie sai
Page 84 and 85: “Of these rocks?” Johnson asked
Page 86 and 87: Around the Campfire Any discovery l
Page 88 and 89: Leaving the Badlands The morning of
Page 90 and 91: I am dreadfully ashamed of what occ
Page 92 and 93: Part III Dragon Teeth
Page 94 and 95: they reach us.” “You boys go ri
Page 96 and 97: Badlands Silence, under a waning mo
Page 98 and 99: Little Wind said nothing. “What a
Page 100 and 101: Deadwood Deadwood presented a bleak
Page 102 and 103: he thought. Then he finished fillin
Page 104 and 105: Laramie and Cheyenne?” “That’
Page 106 and 107: “He moved old Jake when the carri
Page 108 and 109: “So I expect you’ll have to get
Page 110 and 111: The Black Hills Art Gallery “How
Page 112 and 113: But it was also the beginning of tr
Page 114 and 115: His whole manner changed. “Then y
Page 116 and 117: For his part, Black Dick claimed to
Page 118 and 119: “I got to pack,” Johnson said,
Page 120 and 121: No one in town who knew Dick would
Page 122 and 123: already been to Montana City and Cr
Page 124 and 125: “Fossil bones are rock.” “The
Page 126 and 127: Emily’s News “It’s no good,
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All around him, the hotel was silen
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“I am sure of it,” the judge sa
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“Yes. Ling Chow has tool shed, ve
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A Shootout Black Dick showed up in
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Keep your eyes on him. Never take y
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had hired Kang to help him again, s
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Deadwood for the winter, but said t
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“Only a damn fool would think so,
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Johnson and Miss Emily ducked down.
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Red Canyon They reached the town of
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Fort Laramie Fort Laramie was an ar
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“Well, you’ve just come from De
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“How can you say that? Look at hi
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other pursuits of no substance.”
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“Of course.” “Really?” “D
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“I don’t see why not. She says
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At eight the next morning, feeling
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His father embraced him warmly. “
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Postscript Cope Edward Drinker Cope
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Author’s Note “Biography,” ob
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Afterword Michael’s dedication to
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Taft, Robert. Photography and the A
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Also by Michael Crichton Fiction Th
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Copyright This book is a work of fi
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* Editor’s note: Charles H. Stern
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