Frontier Footprints: A True History of the Rocky Mountains by Amy Kathryn Allen

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…One evening, after a particularly frustrating encounter with a miner who had carelessly discarded a pile of refuse near a sacred spring, she sought out an old friend, a prospector named Silas ‘Dusty’ Miller. Dusty was one of the few who had struck a decent, albeit not spectacular, claim, and he treated the land with a grudging respect. “They call it progress, Dusty,” Swift River said, her voice tinged with weariness as they sat by the dying embers of his campfire. “But it feels like destruction. They build their laws, but these laws only seem to protect