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

Previously

…She looked out at the distant, boxy structures that dotted the landscape, their sharp angles a jarring interruption to the sweeping curves of the mountains. The tall, pointed structures, they called them steeples, reaching towards a sky that SkyEyes already understood without their help. They were monuments to their own perceived importance, their own unwavering certainty. But SkyEyes saw no divine presence in their stone and mortar, only a stark reminder of how far this new world was from the wild, untamed beauty she held dear. She would not be reshaped, not be silenced, not be made to kneel to their imposed order. Her spirit, like the wind, would remain free.