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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: the saddle-bag.
"Don't fergit to take a drink an' a bite as you're ridin' along,"
he said. "An' don't worry, Miss Majesty. Stewart'll be with you,
an' me an' Nels hangin' on the back-trail."
His somber and sullen face did not change in its strange
intensity, but the look in his eyes Madeline felt she would never
forget. Left alone with these three men, now stripped of all
pretense, she realized how fortune had favored her and what peril
still hung in the balance. Stewart swung astride his big black,
spurred him, and whistled. At the whistle Majesty jumped, and
with swift canter followed Stewart. Madeline looked back to see
The Light of Western Stars |
