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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: force it from him at the end, to read it in his eyes. But the
bullet went too unerringly; it locked his lips and fixed his
eyes.
After that meeting Duane lay long at the ranchhouse of a
friend, and when he recovered from the wound Sellers had given
him he started with two horses and a pack for the lonely gorge
on the Nueces. There he had been hidden for months, a prey to
remorse, a dreamer, a victim of phantoms.
It took work for him to find subsistence in that rocky
fastness. And work, action, helped to pass the hours. But he
could not work all the time, even if he had found it to do.
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