Where the Dust Settles: Paiute-Shoshone Against the Pony Express

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…The smallpox, a shadow that fell upon our villages, a betrayal of the shared human experience, extinguished lives with a ferocity that still chills the bone. Our spirits, worn thin by the relentless tide of destruction, choke on the very dust that has settled over what was, and what will never be again. The hollow ache in the heart of my people is a testament to the greed and the cruelty that has stolen our birthright. The Emory cradle boards and shattered rattles made of gourd are now dust scattered across the plains and forest floor.