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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: that white face; but the cold, steely eyes fascinated her.
She had saved one only to be the other's doom!
She had always been drawn toward white men. Many prisoners had she rescued.
She had even befriended her nation's bitter foe, Deathwind. She had listened
to the young missionary with rapture; she had been his savior. And now when
she looked into the eyes of this young giant, whose fate had rested on her all
unwitting words, she resolved to save him.
She had been a shy, shrinking creature, fearing to lift her eyes to a
paleface's, but now they were raised clear and steadfast.
As she stepped toward the captive and took his hand, her whole person radiated
with conscious pride in her power. It was the knowledge that she could save.
The Spirit of the Border | 
