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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: rose dark mountains, pine-fringed and crag-spired.
"Wal, Miss Majesty, now we're gettin' somewhere," said Stillwell,
cracking his whip. "Ten miles across this valley an' we'll be in
the foothills where the Apaches used to run."
"Ten miles!" exclaimed Madeline. "It looks no more than half a
mile to me."
"Wal, young woman, before you go to ridin' off alone you want to
get your eyes corrected to Western distance. Now, what'd you
call them black things off there on the slope?"
"Horsemen. No, cattle," replied Madeline, doubtfully. "Nope.
Jest plain, every-day cactus. An' over hyar--look down the
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