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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: finger on his right hand. Another was that he was a walking
arsenal. This startled her, though she was not yet afraid. She
relapsed into silence, to which he seemed willing to consent.
Once and again her glance swept him. He looked a tough,
weather-beaten Westerner, certainly not a man whom a woman need
be afraid to meet alone on the plains, but the oftener she looked
the more certain she became that he was not a casual puncher busy
at the legitimate work of his craft.
"Do you--live near here?" she asked presently.
"I live under my hat, ma'am," he told her.
"Sometimes near here, sometimes not so near."
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