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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: Blanco Jose, like the other white horses, was big of frame and
heavy, and thunder rolled from under his great hoofs. Nell pulled
him up, and as he pounded and slid to a halt in a cloud of dust
she swung lightly down.
It did not take more than half an eye for Belding to see that she
was furious.
"Nell, what's come off now?" asked Belding.
"I'm not going to tell you," she replied, and started away, leading
Jose toward the corral.
Belding leisurely followed. She went into the corral, removed
Jose's bridle, and led him to the watering-trough. Belding came
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