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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: Wetzel, for it was he, leaned upon his long rifle while his keen eyes took in
the details of the tragedy. The whining dog, the bloody water, the motionless
figures lying in a last embrace, told the sad story.
"Joe an' Winds," he muttered.
Only a moment did he remain lost in sad reflection A familiar moccasin-print
in the sand on the bank pointed westward. He examined it carefully.
"Two hours gone," he muttered. "I might overtake him."
Then his motions became swift. With two blows of his tomahawk he secured a
long piece of grapevine. He took a heavy stone from the bed of the brook. He
carried Joe to the spring, and, returning for Winds, placed her beside her
lover. This done, he tied one end of the grapevine around the stone, and wound
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