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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: him, Venters wished that Jane were there to see the race to
recover her blacks and in the unqualified superiority of the
giant sorrel. Then Venters found himself thankful that she was
absent, for he meant that race to end in Jerry Card's death. The
first flush, the raging of Venters's wrath, passed, to leave him
in sullen, almost cold possession of his will. It was a deadly
mood, utterly foreign to his nature, engendered, fostered, and
released by the wild passions of wild men in a wild country. The
strength in him then--the thing rife in him that was note hate,
but something as remorseless--might have been the fiery fruition
of a whole lifetime of vengeful quest. Nothing could have stopped
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