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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: the guilty man was like water. He could not face the outraged
father, nor was it possible to escape so dogged a foe by flight.
An alternative suggested itself, and he accepted it with sinking
courage. The child was asleep in his arms now, and he hastily
dismounted, picketed his horse, and stole back a quarter of a
mile, so that the neighing of his bronco might not betray his
presence. Then he lay down in a dense mesquit thicket and waited
for his foe. It seemed an eternity till the man appeared at the
top of a rise fifty yards away. Hastily Anderson fired, and
again. The man toppled from his horse, dead before he struck the
ground. But when the cook reached him he was horrified to see
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