“Well, I guess this is it.” “For this little bit time.” She looked up. “Hunter, you mustn’t--” He leaned toward her and crossed her lips with a finger. “You can read my trail, eh? You can walk in my footsteps… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Thank you for bringing me home. My heart will sing a song of friendship when I think of you, Hunter--for always into the horizon.” He gestured toward the stallion. “You will take him. He is strong and swift. He will… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
