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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: saw many horses with bridles down--all clean-limbed, dark bays or
blacks--rustlers' horses! Loud voices and boisterous laughter,
rattle of dice and scrape of chair and clink of gold, burst in
mingled din from an open doorway. He stepped inside.
With the sight of smoke-hazed room and drinking, cursing,
gambling, dark-visaged men, reality once more dawned upon
Venters.
His entrance had been unnoticed, and he bent his gaze upon the
drinkers at the bar. Dark-clothed, dark-faced men they all were,
burned by the sun, bow-legged as were most riders of the sage,
but neither lean nor gaunt. Then Venters's gaze passed to the
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