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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: Venters did. I'd like to have done it, but--I'm only good for
throwin' a gun, en' it seems you hate that....Well, I'll be goin'
now."
"Where?"
"Venters took Wrangle to the stable. The sorrel's shy a shoe, an'
I've got to help hold the big devil an' put on another."
"Tell Bern to come for the pack I want to give him--and--and to
say good-by," called Jane, as Lassiter went out.
Jane passed the rest of that day in a vain endeavor to decide
what and what not to put in the pack for Venters. This task was
the last she would ever perform for him, and the gifts were the
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