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"We're coming up on Roma now," announced Garza. "The sister city across the river is called Miguel AlemAn. Not much of a town. Except for sonic tourist curio stores it's mostly a border crossing on the road to Monterrey."
Mifflin pulled up and soared over the international bridge, and then dropped low on the river again. On the Mexican side men and women were washing cars, mending fishing nets and swimming. Along the bank a few pigs wallowed in the silt. On the American side a yellowish sandstone bluff rose from the riverbank up to the main section of downtown Roma.
The buildings appeared to be quite old and some were rundown, but all seemed in sound condition. One or two were in stages of reconstruction.
"The buildings look very quaint," said Lily. "There must be a lot of history behind their walls."
"Roma was a busy port during the commercial and military boating era,"
Garza lectured. "Prosperous merchants hired architects to design some very interesting homes and business structures. And they've lasted quite well."
"any one more famous than the others?" asked Lily.
"Famous?" Garza laughed. "My pick would be a residence built in the middle 1800s that was used as 'Rosita's Cantina' when the movie Viva Zapata was filmed in Roma with Marlon Brando."
Sandecker gestured for Mifflin to circle the hills above the town. He turned to Garza. "Is Roma named after Rome because it's surrounded by seven hills?"
"Nobody really knows for sure," replied Garza. "You'd be hard-pressed to pick out seven distinctive hills. A couple have noticeable peaks, but mostly they just run into each other."
"What's the geology?" Pitt inquired as he stared downward.
"Cretaceous debris for the most part. This whole area was once under the sea. Fossil oyster shells are common. Some have been found that measure half a meter. There's a nearby gravel pit that, illustrates the various geological periods. I can give you a quick lecture if you care to have Joe set us down."
"Not just yet," said Pitt. "Are there any natural caves in the region?"
"None visible on the surface. But that doesn't mean they aren't down there. No way of knowing how many caves, formed by the ancient seas, are hidden under the upper layer. Go deep enough in the tight spot and you'll likely strike a good-size limestone deposit. Old Indian legends tell of spirits living underground."
"What sort of spirits?"
Garza shrugged. "Ghosts of the ancients who died in battle with evil gods."
Lily unconsciously clutched Pitts arm. "Have any artifacts been discovered near Roma?"
"A few arrow and spear flints, stone knives and boatstones. "
"What are boatstones?" asked Pitt.
"Hollow stones in the shape of boat hulls," answered Lily with mounting excitement. "Their exact on'gin or purpose is obscure. It's thought they were used as charms. They supposedly warded off evil, especially if an Indian feared a witch or power of a shaman. An effigy of the witch was tied to a boatstone and thrown into a lake or river, destroying the evil forever."
Pitt put another question to Garza. "any objects Turn up that confound the historic time scale?"
"Some, but they were considered to be fake."
Lily put on her best casual expression. "What sort of objects?"
"Swords, crosses, bits and pieces of armor, spear shafts, mostly made of iron. I also recall the story of an old stone anchor that was dug out of the bluff beside the river."
"Probably Spanish in origin," ventured Sandecker guardedly.
Garza shook his head. "Not Spanish, but Roman. State Museum officials were justifiably skeptical. They wrote them off as a nineteenth-century hoax."
Lily's hand bit deeper into Pitts arm. "any possibility of my having a look at them?" she asked in an anxious voice.
"Or have they been lost and forgotten, packed away in the dust of a state university basement?"
Garza pointed out the window toward the road running north from Roma.
"As a matter of fact, the artifacts are right down there. They've been kept and collected by the man who found most of them. A good old Texan boy named Sam Trinity, or Crazy Sam as he's known by the locals. He's poked around this area for fifty years, swearing a Roman army camped here. Makes a living by running a small gas station and store. Has a shack in the rear he grandly calls a museum of antiquity."
