When Dan Nathan came to Oregon it was a raw land, a land hostile to men. He'd seen the abandoned emigrant wagons on the trail, the bleached bones of long-dead oxen and the crumbling shacks of yesterday - evidence of the defeat to which man's hope and labour came. Dan was young in years but he had to do a man's work, he battled in grown-up fights and leaned to do the ugly things that men had to do to stay alive in the savage wilderness they called the frontier.
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