The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey:|
scudding front, swept beyond the eastern rampart of the valley.
The purple deepened to black. Broad sheets of lightning flared
over the western wall. There were not yet any ropes or zigzag
streaks darting down through the gathering darkness. The storm
center was still beyond Surprise Valley.
"Listen!...Listen!" cried Bess, with her lips close to Venters's
ear. "You'll hear Oldring's knell!"
"Oldring's knell. When the wind blows a gale in the caves it
makes what the rustlers call Oldring's knell. They believe it
bodes his death. I think he believes so, too. It's not like any
Riders of the Purple Sage