For Devin lost beneath the sky.
To Fort Bridger, Sara’s bound,
Her father’s trail on sacred ground.
Beckworth fled, the guide’s deceit,
Through Crooks Springs' shade, her heart’s defeat.
Bridger’s warning, winter's sting,
Of tribal wars where shadows cling.
Frye lies cold, a Kansas son,
Sara’s fire, her fight begun.
Isaac Reed, of mountain lore,
Shuns her call, yet guards her more.
A silent watch through starless night,
He trails her steps beyond her sight.
Pratt’s frail train, a fleeting shield,
To face the wild, where fates are sealed.
Holloway’s call, a hunter’s vow,
Fifteen hundred, the blood price now.
Virgil’s band, with eyes of stone,
Claims the bounty — flesh and bone.
Arkansas dreams, a caravan’s grace,
Two hundred souls, a hopeful race.
Mormon whispers, a hidden plan,
A massacre brews to stain the land.
Reed’s bold rescue, a reckless stand,
Jacob Pratt falls by fate’s command.
Abish stolen in Paiute chains,
Her courage burning through endless pains.
Two Moons flees from torment's scar,
Sara pursues beneath cold stars.
Virgil’s wrath, a hunter’s flame,
Reed's escape — a deadly game.
White hunters turn, their hearts grown cold,
Reed fights back, his spirit bold.
Fifteen hundred, the toll they crave,
For passage won through dust and grave.
Shoshone camp, a fragile peace,
Dellinger stalks with no release.
Brigham Young, with iron sway,
Fort Bridger falls in flames' array.
A French girl’s smile, a traitor’s snare,
Reed sees through her lying stare.
Bandits strike in canyon’s gloom,
Sara’s soul defiled by doom.
Two Moons rides, with vengeful might,
Slaying fiends in moonlit fight.
Abish weeps in Shoshone hold,
Jacob’s grief — a tale retold.
Jacob learns a truth so stark,
Mormon hands igniting dark.
Dellinger’s scout — a bloodied fall,
Abish breaks free, brave and tall.
Pepper's knife, a traitor’s thrust,
Dellinger dies in broken trust.
Blizzard roars, the mountains wail,
Devin’s ghost walks Sara’s trail.
Fever grips, a wound’s cruel bite,
Sara stands through Reed’s dark night.
A searing blade to cleanse the rot,
As bounty hunters close and plot.
Sara seized, Reed’s savage roar,
He carves a path through blood and war.
Shoshone rise in final cry,
Fort Bridger burns against the sky.
Jim Bridger’s pact, a bitter trade,
Jacob's mind in madness frayed.
Abish falls — her light grows dim,
Jacob’s requiem sung for him.
Shoshone broken, spirits torn,
Wolsey falls — a fighter worn.
Virgil’s kin, with vengeful aim,
Crooks Springs calls through dust and flame.
Reed’s soft farewell, a whispered vow,
Sara’s heart stands unyielding now.
Their final kiss, through blood and pain,
An ambush strikes at twilight’s wane.
Reed collapses — a hero’s fall,
Crooks Springs waits beyond the call.
To California, Sara strides alone,
Her iron will by starlight sown.
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