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Francis Bret Harte was born on 25th August 1836 in Albany New York. As a young boy Harte developed an early love of books and reading. He first published at the tender age of 11, his satirical poem ‘Autumn Musings’. Expecting praise he received anything but and later wrote "Such a shock was their ridicule to me that I wonder that I ever wrote another line of verse." He was instrumental in propelling the short story genre forward and brought tales of the Old West and the Gold Rush to a greater audience.

A young Swedish immigrant finds himself penniless and alone in California. The boy travels east in search of his brother, moving on foot against the great current of emigrants pushing west. Driven back again and again, he meets criminals, naturalists, religious fanatics, swindlers, American Indians, and lawmen, and his exploits turn him into a legend. Diaz defies the conventions of historical fiction and genre, offering a probing look at the stereotypes that populate our past and a portrait of radical foreignness.

Captain Stan Murray was finally being mustered out of the army after all of the administrative snafus that had left him in Montana Territory long after the conclusion of the War Between the States. As he began his long journey, he wasn’t going home to Michigan. He had to cross hundreds of miles of hostile Indian Territory to reach Cheyenne City in Wyoming Territory to try and find the girl that he hadn’t seen in almost ten years. She was probably married and had three children by now, but he knew he had to at least know.

The Great American West is a series that was originally done on radio narrated by Jeff Tracy and Berry Burks. We hope you enjoy listening to The Great American West as we really enjoyed voicing these shows.

Time and again, Texas Ranger Rory Yates has proved his strength on the field, but now he faces two of the toughest cases of his career. Two missing women. Both are Native American, but does anything else link them? Soon, he discovers that this is not the first time this has happened. Every year for the past four years, a Native American woman has gone missing on the summer solstice. There is never sign of a struggle. The captor leaves no trace, except for a single golden eagle feather.