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~ TRAVIS’ BACK WAS BRACED AGAINST blanketed packs as he steadied a piece of light-yellow bark against one bent knee scowling at the lines drawn on it in faint green.

“We are here then ... and the ship there—” His thumb was set on one point of the crude map, forefinger on the other. Buck nodded.

“That is so. Tsoay, Eskelta, Kawaykle, they watch the trails. There is the pass