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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: "Now I tax myself, I can't jest decide which was the orfulest
time I ever hed," he said, reflectively.
Here Nels blew forth an immense cloud of smoke, as if he desired
to hide himself from sight. Monty pondered, and then when the
smoke rolled away he turned to Nels.
"See hyar, old pard, me an' you seen somethin' of each other in
the Panhandle, more 'n thirty years ago--"
"Which we didn't," interrupted Nels, bluntly. "Shore you can't
make me out an ole man."
"Mebbe it wasn't so darn long. Anyhow, Nels, you recollect them
three hoss-thieves I hung all on one cottonwood-tree, an'
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