“Where, that was the question. And Hunter had no answers. West, as the prophecy foretold? Into the great mountain ranges? The thought… — Catherine Anderson Open space Copy Share Image
“Your wooden walls are far away, Yellow Hair. If you try to slip away, this Comanche will find you.” Until that moment,… — Catherine Anderson Comanche Copy Share Image
“You do not lie so good, Yellow Hair. Your eyes make big talk against you. But that is okay. We have had… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Knowing what he wanted, he went after it with single-minded intensity, until a hoarse moan ripped from her and she arched toward… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“You ever seen what they do to a captive white woman? If you ask me, them Injuns got exactly what was coming… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Do you deny that your song says your yellow-hair must come to you? You took me home and taught me how to… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Opening it, she withdrew her neatly folded bloomers. Creeping to the bed, she laid them on the fur beside Hunter. Tears stung… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“The laughter left his eyes. He caught her chin and turned her face, his gaze tracing the faint bruise on her cheek.… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Hunter bent his head and pressed his face against her hair. The next instant she felt his lips on her neck. She… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Hunter would never have told her to come to him if he hadn’t believed she could find him. Between her and Friend,… — Catherine Anderson Hunter Copy Share Image
“What if there was an Indian attack? What if I--” She turned her head to study him. “I might look down the… — Catherine Anderson Family and friends Copy Share Image
“It was my wish to make your fear small, not big. To become your good friend, not your enemy.” “Oh, Hunter, I… — Catherine Anderson Fear Copy Share Image
“Throwing a frightened glance at the wagons, she threw herself across his body. “Don’t shoot!” Her scream pierced the air. “Don’t shoot,… — Catherine Anderson Dark eyes Copy Share Image
“Held captive now by more than bonds and strength of arm, she turned her face to study his, fascinated by the sleepy… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Hunter rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He loved the feel of her slender length pressed against him. Running his… — Catherine Anderson Hunter Copy Share Image
“In the morning Hunter awoke to find his blue-eyes curled up against his side, only the tip of her nose and a… — Catherine Anderson Morning Copy Share Image
“We must go west. Alone, Blue Eyes, leaving all that we are behind. All those we love, your people, my people.” Loretta… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“My heart is on the ground, Hunter. My uncle can’t find Santos. He says no one but a Comanche would know how… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“ Mea-dro , let’s go.” Loretta gave Tom’s neck a final hug and eased herself out of his embrace. She tried to… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Pray your words, old man.” The priest licked his lips and glanced fearfully at the crowd of savages around them. Perhaps it… — Catherine Anderson Bible Copy Share Image
“Leaning her head back, she began her nightly ritual, wringing the rag to trickle the scented water along her throat and over… — Catherine Anderson Comanche Copy Share Image
“You will learn the meaning of this spit image, no? And say it to me. When we meet again?” Loretta tightened her… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Still trailing Amy, Loretta spotted Hunter the moment his horse drew out in front of the others. Heaving for air, she stumbled… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“How about naming a boy after his papa and his uncle Warrior?” Rachel asked. “Chase Kelly. Chase means hunter, Kelly means warrior.”… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Cautiously Hunter asked, “Then what makes your heart sad?” She bit her bottom lip and tipped her head back to stare at… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Hunter, if you leave signs for other Comanche bands, why do white men have so much trouble finding you?” “They are not… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“As he turned her face to study her, he said, “You have more courage than you have strength, Yellow Hair. It is… — Catherine Anderson Courage Copy Share Image
“Hunter’s name drifted to him on the wind, the call barely discernible yet shrill, like the whisper of a lost soul searching… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Come here, little one.” “I want to go back.” He hoped she stood there arguing for a time. “Obey your husband.” She… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
Parker: When can you start? Rainie: I can start tomorrow if you'd like. My schedule is pretty much open. All I have… — Catherine Anderson Cat Copy Share Image
“At noon the following day, the Comanches crested the rise above the Masters farm and drew in their horses, well out of… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Warrior, she’s going under!” Warrior snatched a handful of the child’s dripping hair and pulled her up for air. Giving his head… — Catherine Anderson Children Copy Share Image
“You are dee-lish-us. Like sunshine, eh?” Unnerved by the gleam that had stolen into his eyes, Loretta caught hold of his hand… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“When at last Hunter drew back for air, his dark eyes were cloudy with tenderness. He smiled a slow, thoughtful smile and,… — Catherine Anderson Dark eyes Copy Share Image
“Frustrated by her high neckline and her full skirts, he made a fist in the calico. “So much wannup. Where are you,… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“You will walk backward in your footsteps and go forward a new way?” “I--” He slid her hand upward so it rested… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“This Comanche has no wish for a herd of wives. One is sure enough plenty trouble.” “Are you saying I make your… — Catherine Anderson Bright star Copy Share Image
“Come, let’s get in the house. You never know with those savages. They’re just as likely to double back to catch us… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“His people or Loretta? His mother’s and father’s faces flashed in his mind. Then others crowded in, Blackbird, Pony Girl, Turtle, Warrior,… — Catherine Anderson Parenting Copy Share Image
“You will drink?” “No,” she whispered. Hunter uncapped the gourd and pressed it upon her. “You must drink, Blue Eyes.” “No.” Hunter… — Catherine Anderson Comanche Copy Share Image
