|
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: "Sure he was, and a nervy one! It must have taken sand to come
bracing you that way. Duane, the fellow didn't pack a gun. I'll
swear to that. Pretty odd, this trick. But you can't trust it.
Hit the road, Duane."
A little later a black horse with muffled hoofs, bearing a
tall, dark rider who peered keenly into every shadow, trotted
down a pasture lane back of Jones's house, turned into the
road, and then, breaking into swifter gait, rapidly left Mercer
behind.
Fifteen or twenty miles out Duane drew rein in a forest of
mesquite, dismounted, and searched about for a glade with a
The Lone Star Ranger |
