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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: saw the Bow Leg Mountains, pale in the bright sun. Sunk Creek
flowed from their western side, and our two hundred and
sixty-three miles began to grow a small thing in my eyes. Buck
and Muggins, I think, knew perfectly that to-morrow would see
them home. They recognized this region; and once they turned off
at a fork in the road. The Virginian pulled them back rather
sharply.
"Want to go back to Balaam's?" he inquired of them. "I thought
you had more sense."
I asked, "Who was Balaam?"
"A maltreater of hawsses," replied the cowpuncher. "His ranch is
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