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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: was put upon a horse and taken away by a cowboy escort. Few
words were spoken. Haste seemed to be the great essential. The
horses were urged, and, once in the trail, spurred and led into a
swift trot. One cowboy drove up four pack-horses, and these were
hurriedly loaded with the party's baggage. Castleton and his
companions mounted, and galloped off to catch the others in the
lead. This left Madeline behind with Stewart and Nels and Monty.
"They're goin' to switch off at the holler thet heads near the
trail a few miles down," Nels was saying, as he tightened his
saddle-girth. "Thet holler heads into a big canon. Once in
thet, it'll be every man fer hisself. I reckon there won't be
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