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

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…As the storm raged around them, Eliza pulled Martha closer, her gaze fixed on the broken wheel. The locket beneath her bodice felt like a cold stone against her skin. The hope that had propelled them westward felt fragile, threatened by the raw power of this untamed land. They had embarked on this journey seeking a new beginning, but now, stranded and vulnerable, they were faced with a stark, immediate test of survival, a test that would demand more than just grit and determination. It would demand a resilience they hadn't yet fully discovered, a resilience that would be forged in the crucible of the trail, under the vast, indifferent sky.