"By the midpoint, he'd shot up to my waist, but his muttered curses told me he'd underestimated how good I was--or overestimated how good he was--and it was clear he wasn't going to catch up in time. So I stopped. Daniel leaned over and mouthed, "What are you doing?" Below, the others yelled, a cacophony of shouts and cheers and jeers. Rafe reached up, his bracelet hitting the rock with a ping. I glanced at it. A worn rawhide band with a cat's-eye stone. I could see his tattoo better, too, as he pulled himself up, and I recognized the symbol. A crow mother kachina. Hopi. As he drew up alongside me, he cocked one brow. "You really that kiss don't you?" he said."