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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: Dick--a wilderness of rocks and jagged growths hemmed in by
lowering ranges, always looking close, yet never growing any nearer.
The moon slanted back toward the west, losing its white radiance,
and the gloom of the earlier evening began to creep into the washes
and to darken under the mesas. By and by Ladd entered an arroyo,
and here the travelers turned and twisted with the meanderings
of a dry stream bed. At the head of a canyon they had to take
once more to the rougher ground. Always it led down, always it
grew rougher, more rolling, with wider bare spaces, always the
black ranges loomed close.
Gale became chilled to the bone, and his clothes were damp and cold.
Desert Gold |
