The first true pathfinders on record were Lewis and Clark.
I say ‘on record’ because one of the rarely talked about aspects of American history is how many European people were here that simply faded into the inner continent and were never seen again. They aren’t on record. and of course the land had many native people. Again, no records.
That doesn’t mean they didn’t find paths, or that the people who came from other continents and vanished were dead.
Like all the mystery surrounding Roanoke, the simple truth was, people didn’t always stay on the shore. Sure Plymouth Rock was 1620, but there was a lot of exploration going on between Columbus in 1492 and the Pilgrims.
We don’t hear much about that because those people didn’t write things down.
When Lewis and Clark set off inland in 1804-06 they were keeping records, they charted their course, they drew maps, the recorded distances, they reported back and the word spread. They were the first pathfinders across the Rocky Mountains. Not, of course, counting all the Indians from that area who knew plenty of good paths.
The Lewis and Clark Expedition ended in St. Louis but the Pathfinder I want to talk about today, John Colter, a member of that expedition, never made it back. Instead, in the Mandan Village in present day North Dakota, Colter met up with two explorers and, with the blessing of Lewis and Clark, turned around and headed back west. His association with these two explorers didn’t last long and Colter turned to head back toward civilization and was a week out from reaching St. Louis when he met Manual Lisa—who later founded the Missouri Fur Trading Company, on his way to the Rocky Mountains.
Colter joined up with that party and headed back to the wilderness. Obviously a man who liked wild places. He traveled to the Teton Mountains, spent months alone in the wilderness and is considered by many to be the first mountain man.
Colter is most famous now for a journey he took in 1807-08 when he became the first known person to record his exploration of a region that contained Yellowstone Park. Except he didn’t record it well.
Colter was a tough man, no one could deny it, but he was a man of tall tales. In fact he was so widely known for his exaggeration that NO ONE BELIEVED HIM when he spoke of Yellowstone as a land of geysers, bubbling mud and pools of water that steamed.
The exact area where he explored is somewhat vague but is almost certainly in or near Yellowstone with his wildly told tales of thermal wonders. Did hundreds of people rush off to see these wonders?
Nope, they laughed. They nicknamed this ‘fictional’ area Colter’s Hell.
One of his more famous exploits is known as Colter’s Run.
In 1809 Colter was captured by hostile Blackfeet Indians. He was stripped naked and told to run. Only he wasn’t being let go, he was running for his life.
A fast runner, Colterm ran for miles, naked and exhausted, chased by the Blackfeet who’d captured him. He was soon far head of most of the group but one man was close enough Colter attacked. Here is an account written eight years later by a man named John Bradbury:
“Colter suddenly stopped, turned round, and spread out his arms. The Indian, surprised by the suddenness of the action, and perhaps at the bloody appearance of Colter, also attempted to stop; but exhausted with running, he fell whilst endeavouring to throw his spear, which stuck in the ground, and broke in his hand. Colter instantly snatched up the pointed part, with which he pinned him to the earth, and then continued his flight.”
Blackfeet continued their pursuit. Colter reached a river five miles from where he’d started the run and hid inside a beaver lodge. He emerged after dark and walked for eleven days to a trader’s fort on the Little Big Horn.
Even after this near death experience, he stayed another year in the wilderness, but finally in 1810 he returned to St. Louis. He’d been gone nearly six years. Colter found his old friend William Clark and reported all he’d seen. From this report a map emerged. Though there were inaccuracies, a better map of the region didn’t come along for seventy-five years.
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After the death of his wife, prosperous businessman Chance Boden heads west along the Santa Fe Trail with his son to escape the powerful, controlling hands of his in-laws. He has plans to establish his own ranch, but instead he finds work with Frank Chastain, owner of a vast amount of land.
Chance doesn’t want to work for anyone, but Frank’s beautiful daughter gives him reason to delay buying his own holdings. With winter coming, no home in which to live, and Veronica’s offer to care for young Cole while Chance learns the ways of successful ranching in the desert, Chance has little choice but to accept the Chastains’ offer to stay on.
When Frank is attacked, his dying wish is that Chance marry his daughter, but after dealing with his in-laws, Chance isn’t going to let anyone come between him and his son. Then Frank’s precarious hold on the land he received as part of an old Spanish Land Grant forces Frank to make a desperate choice to save Veronica’s inheritance–and also gives the men who attacked Frank reason to come after him.
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When Cimarron ranch patriarch Chance Boden is caught in an avalanche, only the quick actions of hired hand Heath Kincaid save him. Before leaving by train to receive treatment to save his leg–and possibly his life–Chance demands that Heath read the patriarch’s will and see its conditions enforced immediately. If Chance’s three bickering adult children, Justin, Sadie, and Cole, don’t live and work at the home for an entire year, ownership of the ranch will pass to a despised distant relative.
Before long, however, Heath discovers that the avalanche may have been intentionally set–and that more danger lurks ominously. Finding his own future–and a desired future with Sadie–locked up in saving the Cimarron Ranch, Heath and the Boden siblings must work together against outside forces that threaten them all.