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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: think."
Hare remembered John Caldwell's enigmatic face.
"Have the rustlers really come?" asked a young woman, whose eyes were red
and cheeks tear-stained
"They have. Nineteen in all. I counted them," answered Hare.
The young woman burst out weeping afresh, and the wailing of the others
answered her. Hare left the cottage He picked up his rifle and went down
through the orchard to the hiding-place of the horses. Silvermane
pranced and snorted his gladness at sight of his master. The desert king
was fit for a grueling race. Black Bolly quietly cropped the long grass.
Hare saddled the stallion to have him in instant readiness, and then
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