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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: seemed to fade from his dark face, his proud plume waved gracefully as he
swayed to and fro, and then fell before the Christians, inert and lifeless.
No one moved; it was as if no one breathed. The superstitious savages awaited
fearfully another rifle shot; another lightning stroke, another visitation
from the paleface's God.
But Jim Girty, with a cunning born of his terrible fear, had recognized the
ring of that rifle. He had felt the zip of a bullet which could just as
readily have found his brain as Half King's. He had stood there as fair a mark
as the cruel Huron, yet the Avenger had not chosen him. Was he reserved for a
different fate? Was not such a death too merciful for the frontier Deathshead?
He yelled in his craven fear:
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