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"The Lure of the Dim Trails" is a Western novel written by B. M. Bower (real name: Bertha Muzzy Sinclair) and published in 1910, set in the wilderness and cattle herds of the West. This work deals with the Western frontier era and cattle herding culture, and the story revolves around the adventures of the main character, a character called 'The Blonde Boy'.
"Dim Trails" deals with the vast areas of the West and the lives of western pioneers, and is one of B. M. Bower's works, which is loved by many people.
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Summary
That night he stayed home and dreamed of the West. His memories, combined with what he had heard and idealized in his imagination, gave rise to vague visions of things he had once known but had forgotten. The people and environment of this land remind us of the primitive foundations of civilization. A wide plain, mottled with sagebrush and ribboned with faint brown paths, stretched out to the distant horizon. Phil Thurston was born on a paddock, but not a paddock, but his father always chose to live on the edge of things - where the traces of man are dark and far away, and quiet meadows carry a distant legacy.