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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: "Bucky O'Connor they call me."
A faint murmur of surprise soughed through the crowd, for Bucky
O'Connor of the Arizona Rangers was by way of being a public hero
just now on account of his capture of Fernendez, the stage
robber. But the knife thrower had but lately arrived in the
country. The youth carried with him none of the earmarks of his
trade, unless it might be that quiet, steady gaze that seemed to
search the soul. His voice was soft and drawling, his manner
almost apologetic. In the smile that came and went was something
sweet and sunny, in his bearing a gay charm that did not
advertise the recklessness that bubbled from his daredevil
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