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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: love of nature dead during his outlaw days.
For years a horse had been only a machine of locomotion, to
carry him from place to place, to beat and spur and goad
mercilessly in flight; now this giant black, with his splendid
head, was a companion, a friend, a brother, a loved thing,
guarded jealously, fed and trained and ridden with an intense
appreciation of his great speed and endurance. For years the
daytime, with its birth of sunrise on through long hours to the
ruddy close, had been used for sleep or rest in some rocky hole
or willow brake or deserted hut, had been hated because it
augmented danger of pursuit, because it drove the fugitive to
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