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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: It was over in a few moments. The tables and chairs were tumbled
into a heap; one of the pool tables had been shoved aside; a lamp
lay shattered, with oil running dark upon the floor. Ladd leaned
against a post with a smoking gun in his hand. A Mexican crouched
close to the wall moaning over a broken arm. In the far corner
upheld by comrades another wounded Mexican cried out in pain. These
two had attempted to draw weapons upon Gale, and Ladd had crippled
them.
In the center of the room lay Radford Chase, a limp, torn, hulking,
bloody figure. He was not seriously injured. But he was helpless,
a miserable beaten wretch, who knew his condition and felt the
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