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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: seemed possible. To her the dark spots sifted on that slope meant
scrub underbrush, if there was any meaning at all in them. But
her riders could tell not only whether they were alive, but could
differentiate between sheep and cattle. Indeed, McWilliams could
nearly always tell whether they were HER cattle or not. He was
unable to explain to her how he did it. By a sort of instinct,
she supposed.
The pines were negotiated in safety, and on the part of the men
with a carelessness she could not understand. For after they had
passed there was a spot between her shoulder-blades that seemed
to tingle in expectation of a possible bullet boring its way
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