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The Big Burn: Teddy Roosevelt and the Fire that Saved America

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Timothy Egan
Timothy Egan

Timothy Egan is an American author known for his profound insights into the history of the American West and his sharp observations of contemporary social issues. His works often focus on the natural environment and human activities in the American West, and how these factors have shaped American culture and identity. more

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