Claim Number One, The Classic Western Novel

Coming to Comanche, you stopped, for Comanche was the end of the world. Unless, of course, you were one of those who wished to push the boundary-line of the world farther, to make homes in the wilderness where there had been no homes, to plant green fields in the desert where none had been before.
In that case you merely paused at Comanche, like the railroad, to wait the turn of events.
Beyond Comanche was the river, and beyond the river, dim-lined in the west, the mountains. Between the rive...