The First Well of New Hope
The year was 1742, and the American frontier was a wall of green and gold that swallowed men whole. I was Elias Thorne, the leader of a small band of settlers who had traveled three months from the coast, driven by the promise of a land where a man could own the soil he bled upon. But the land was cruel. A sudden, unnatural drought had turned our dreams into a dusty graveyard. Our livestock...
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