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This is the saga of the American west.
Humanities dignity was put to the test. Early in the American frontier conquest A spirit died to re-define our wilderness. Majestic mountains tower, daring to suppress. Earth and sky entangled on the horizons crest. Raging rivers to deter this desperate quest. Its children bravely open their primal war chest. Crying out for land that their ancestors had blessed. A wide path of destruction remained to attest. Native Americans put to eternal rest. With sword and rifle stripped of all that they possessed. Every man, woman and child had been oppressed. So the ugly mark of progress could be impressed. The death and the birth of the American west.
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