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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: fanning the dull coals to burning opals. Twilight failed and night fell;
one by one great stars shone out, cold and bright. From the zone of
blackness surrounding the camp burst the short bark, the hungry Rhine,
the long-drawn-out wail of desert wolves.
"Supper, sons," called Naab, as he replenished the fire with an armful of
grease-wood.
Naab's sons had his stature, though not his bulk. They were wiry, rangy
men, young' yet somehow old. The desert had multiplied their years.
Hare could not have told one face from another, the bronze skin and steel
eye and hard line of each were so alike. The women, one middle-aged, the
others young, were of comely, serious aspect.
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