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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: "Ken, you shore was lucky; you shore was."
"I guess he doesn't know how lucky," added Dick, somewhat huskily. "Come
on, we'll look up the Mexican."
"It shore is funny how bad I want to see thet Greaser."
Dick's hard look and tone were threatening enough, yet they did not affect
me so much as the easy, gay manner of the Texan. Little cold quivers ran
over me, and my knees knocked together. For the moment my animosity toward
the Mexican vanished, and with it the old hunger to be in the thick of Wild
Western life. I was afraid that I was going to see a man killed without
being able to lift a hand to prevent it.
The rangers marched me between them down the street and into the corner
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