Do not fret, my brother, my child. For the buffalo will roam the plains once more. — P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
Do not fret, my brother, my child. For the buffalo will roam the plains once more. — P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
Do not fret, my brother, my child. For the buffalo will roam the plains once more. — P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
Do not fret, my brother, my child. For the buffalo will roam the plains once more. — P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
Do not fret, my brother, my child. For the buffalo will roam the plains once more. — P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
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Do not fret, my brother, my child. For the buffalo will roam the plains once more.

— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
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