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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: "Never mind Larsen. If he got the better of you let the matter drop."
"Jeff got my pinto for a mustang with three legs. If I hadn't been drunk
I'd never have traded. So I'm looking for Jeff." He bit out the last
words with a peculiar snap of his long teeth, a circumstance which caused
Hare instantly to associate the savage clicking with the name he had
heard given this man. August Naab looked at him with gloomy eyes and
stern shut mouth, an expression of righteous anger, helplessness and
grief combined, the look of a man to whom obstacles had been nothing, at
last confronted with crowning defeat. Hare realized that this son was
Naab's first-born, best-loved, a thorn in his side, a black sheep.
"Say, father, is that the spy you found on the trail?" Snap's pale eyes
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