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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: his crimes crushed upon him with awful might.
Suddenly a rushing sound startled him. He saw a great bird swoop down and
graze the tree tops. Another followed, and another, and then a flock of them.
He saw their gray, spotted breasts and hooked beaks.
"Buzzards," he muttered, darkly eyeing the dead savages. The carrion birds
were swooping to their feast.
"By God! He's nailed me fast for buzzards!" he screamed in sudden, awful
frenzy. "Nailed fast! Ah-h! Ah-h! Ah-h! Eaten alive by buzzards! Ah-h! Ah-h!
Ah-h!"
He shrieked until his voice failed, and then he gasped.
Again the buzzards swooped overhead, this time brushing the leaves. One, a
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