The Stones of Nomuru

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"Get those goddam animals out of my way!" yelled the huge, black-browed man who stood at the end of the rickety footbridge across the Sappari.

Keith Adams Salazar, in dirty khakis and a tropical sun helmet, looked up from his task of calming the terrified kudzai, while his three native helpers unloaded supplies intended for his camp. He studied the burly man and the group of Terrans and Kukulcanians that thronged the trail behind him, then said mildly:

"I'm getting out as fast as I can. But we shall have to pull my animal's foot out of this rotten planking before we can move."

Crimsoning, the black-browed man waved a large, hairy fist. "Goddamn it, why don't you just pull? You must be as stupid as that creature!" Topping two meters, he towered over Salazar.

The latter's lips set in a thin, acerbic line, but he answered reasonably: "Because if we don't unload it first, the animal will buck itself into the river."

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