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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: where the rock chimneys narrowed to a gateway, a citadel of shafts and
turrets, crimson and gold above the filmy emerald of the trees. Through
there the road went up from the cotton-woods into the cool quaking asps
and pines, and so across the range and away to Separ. Along the
ridge-pole of the new stable, two hundred yards down-stream, sat McLean's
turkeys, and cocks and hens walked in front of him here by his cabin and
fenced garden. Slow smoke rose from the cabin's chimney into the air, in
which were no sounds but the running water and the afternoon chirp of
birds. Amid this framework of a home the cow-puncher sat, lonely,
inattentive, polishing the treasured weapon as if it were not already
long clean. His target stood some twenty steps in front of him--a small
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