The U.P. Trail: A Novel

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Grosset & Dunlap, 1918 - 409 pages
While workers build the Union Pacific Railway in the 1860s, the United States Army fights the Native Americans. It is enough to make any man accept failure, except that Neale has a special reason to continue the struggle: his love for Allie Lee.
 

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