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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: life. If those riders were not rustlers he had forgotten how
rustlers looked and rode. On they came, a small group, so compact
and dark that he could not tell their number. How unusual that
their horses did not see Wrangle! But such failure, Venters
decided, was owing to the speed with which they were traveling.
They moved at a swift canter affected more by rustlers than by
riders. Venters grew concerned over the possibility that these
horsemen would actually ride down on him before he had a chance
to tell what to expect. When they were within three hundred yards
he deliberately led Wrangle out into the trail.
Then he heard shouts, and the hard scrape of sliding hoofs, and
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