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Lonesome Dove

Lonesome Dove is a sweeping tale of friendship, survival, and the American frontier, chronicling the journey of two cowboys, Woodrow Call and Augustus McCrae, as they lead a cattle drive from Texas to Montana. more

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Larry McMurtry
Larry McMurtry

American novelist known for his profound portrayal of life in the American Southwest. His works, including 'Lolita' and 'The Lonesome Dove', have won numerous Pulitzer Prizes. more

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