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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.