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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: smile.
"My motor ran out of gasolene this afternoon. I've been"--there
was a catch in her voice--"wandering ever since."
"You're played out, of course, and y'u've had no supper," he
said, his quiet close gaze on her.
"Yes, I'm played out and my nerve's gone." She laughed a little
hysterically. "I expect I'm hungry and thirsty, too, though I
hadn't noticed it before."
He whirled to his saddle, and had the canteen thongs unloosed in
a moment. While she drank he rummaged from his saddle-bags some
sandwiches of jerky and a flask of whiskey. She ate the
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