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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: himself safe for the time being. When late in the night he
reached the break in the sage, he sent the burro down ahead of
him, and started an avalanche that all but buried the animal at
the bottom of the trail. Bruised and battered as he was, he had a
moment's elation, for he had hidden his tracks. Once more he
mounted the burro and rode on. The hour was the blackest of the
night when he made the thicket which inclosed his old camp. Here
he turned the burro loose in the grass near the spring, and then
lay down on his old bed of leaves.
He felt only vaguely, as outside things, the ache and burn and
throb of the muscles of his body. But a dammed-up torrent of
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