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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: brush. It was full of rude benches, tables, seats. At one
corner a number of kegs and barrels lay side by side in a rack.
A Mexican boy was lighting lamps hung on posts that sustained
the log rafters of the roof.
"The only feller who's goin' to put a close eye on you is
Benson," said Euchre. "He runs the place an' sells drinks. The
gang calls him Jackrabbit Benson, because he's always got his
eye peeled an' his ear cocked. Don't notice him if he looks you
over, Buck. Benson is scared to death of every new-comer who
rustles into Bland's camp. An' the reason, I take it, is
because he's done somebody dirt. He's hidin'. Not from a
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