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

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…The silence of the plains settled around them, vast and indifferent. The stars began to prick through the darkening sky, impossibly bright in the absence of any town lights. They were so small, so distant, and yet they were the only constant, the only familiar guides in this alien world. Eliza took Thomas’s small hand in hers, a silent promise to keep him safe, to keep them all moving forward, even when the path ahead seemed to dissolve into an endless, shimmering haze. The dream of Oregon felt further away than ever, a fragile ember flickering against the encroaching darkness of the trail’s immense and daunting challenge.