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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: down from tree to tree and slipped from thicket to thicket. The sun, red
as blood, raised a bright crescent over the red wall; the soft mists of
the valley began to glow and move; cattle were working in toward the
spring. Never brushing a branch, never dislodging a stone, Hare
descended the slope, his eyes keener, his ears sharper with every step.
Soon the edge of the gray stone cliff below shut out the lower level of
cedars. While resting he listened. Then he marked his course down the
last bit of slanting ground to the cliff bench which faced the valley.
This space was open, rough with crumbling rock and dead cedar brush--a
difficult place to cross without sound. Deliberate in his choice of
steps, very slow in moving, Hare went on with a stealth which satisfied
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