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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: The bullet struck his left forearm and he thought broke it, for
he dropped the rein. The frightened horse leaped. Another
bullet whistled past Duane. Then the bend in the road saved him
probably from certain death. Like the wind his fleet steed wend
down the long hill.
Duane was in no hurry to look back. He knew what to expect. His
chief concern of the moment was for his injured arm. He found
that the bones were still intact; but the wound, having been
made by a soft bullet, was an exceedingly bad one. Blood poured
from it. Giving the horse his head, Duane wound his scarf
tightly round the holes, and with teeth and hand tied it
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