Native Nations, Ancient Paths: The True Story of the Oregon Trail

Previously

…“We must be watchful,” Tolo stated, his voice firm. “These are not merely travelers passing through. These are seeds of change, and we do not yet know if they will bear fruit or poison.” The wind, as if carrying their words, swept across the plains, rustling the grasses, whispering through the trees. It carried the echoes of ancient paths, and the first, undeniable whispers of a new, uncertain future. The land, which had known only the tread of its rightful stewards, was now feeling the imprint of a different kind of footfall, one that would irrevocably alter the landscape for all who called it home.