| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: "It was--my--fault," panted Carley. "I said I'd stand it."
"Oh, you're game, all right. I didn't mean the dip. . . . That
sheep-slinger is Haze Ruff, the toughest hombre on this range. Shore, now,
wouldn't I like to take a shot at him? . . . I'm going to tell dad and
Glenn."
"Please don't," returned Carley, appealingly.
"I shore am. Dad needs hands these days. That's why he's lenient. But Glenn
will cowhide Ruff and I want to see him do it."
In Flo Hutter then Carley saw another and a different spirit of the West, a
violence unrestrained and fierce that showed in the girl's even voice and
in the piercing light of her eyes.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Options by O. Henry: Edmunds with a curate's aunt.
"Well, the San Augustine Rifles got back home on schedule time.
Everybody was at the depot giving forth Roosevelt-Democrat--they used
to be called Rebel--yells. There was two brass-bands, and the mayor,
and schoolgirls in white frightening the street-car horses by throwing
Cherokee roses in the streets, and-well, maybe you've seen a
celebration by a town that was inland and out of water.
"They wanted Brevet-Colonel Willie to get into a carriage and be drawn
by prominent citizens and some of the city aldermen to the armory, but
he stuck to his company and marched at the head of it up Sam Houston
Avenue. The buildings on both sides was covered with flags and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: About two in the morning of August 31st, Apia was wakened by men
marching. Day came, and Brandeis and his war-party were already
long disappeared in the woods. All morning belated Tamaseseites
were still to be seen running with their guns. All morning shots
were listened for in vain; but over the top of the forest, far up
the mountain, smoke was for some time observed to hang. About ten
a dead man was carried in, lashed under a pole like a dead pig, his
rosary (for he was a Catholic) hanging nearly to the ground. Next
came a young fellow wounded, sitting in a rope swung from a pole;
two fellows bearing him, two running behind for a relief. At last
about eleven, three or four heavy volleys and a great shouting were
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