“It is not the way of a Comanche to beat his woman,” he rasped. “Just as it is not his way to… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
You were like a fucking commando! You were a comanche warrior. -Peter Highman — Due Date Copy Share Image
“You belong to me. Forever, for always! Within you is my seed. A Comanche man does not give up his woman.” — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“What does the paint say?” she asked. “That this Comanche rides for war.” — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Then this Comanche will wait. Until the Great Ones lead you in a great circle back to him.” — 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
“His gentleness and concern touched her. “It isn’t that bad, truly. If you want to--” Heat flooded her cheeks as the impropriety… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“You make a smile inside me, that is why I want you. The way a man wants his wife.” He ran a… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“In the person of Quanah Parker, an extraordinary man in whom the blood of two strong peoples flowed, the Lone Star and… — Thomas W. Knowles Copy Share Image
“In a battle which might interest scholars of modern urban warfare, the Conduit Street Comanche whipped the tar out of an irregular… — Kim Newman Copy Share Image
“I am Comanche, yes? A mo-cho-rook , cruel one. This is what you run from? A heathen. A man who will beat… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
Signal smokes, war drums, feathered bonnets against the western sky. New messiahs, young leaders are ready to hurl the finest light cavalry… — Frank Nugent Copy Share Image
“Now you will show this Comanche how good you play number one fiddle, yes?” “I--” Loretta’s mouth went as dry as dust… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“After the Indians departed, Rachel bolted from the cabin and wrapped her arms around Loretta. Woodenly she returned her aunt’s embrace but… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“I come for the woman,” the Comanche repeated, never taking his gaze from her. “And I bring my finest horses to console… — Catherine Anderson 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 Copy Share Image
“So we go to fight, do we?” “I go.” “Then we go with you.” Hog fastened his gaze on the huddled shape… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“You’re plumb addled, stealin’ off like this from a Comanche husband. Don’t you got an inklin’ of what he’ll do when he… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“The hate has gone from you to a faraway place you cannot find, as it was spoken in the prophecy. That’s why… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“A decision had been reached, and Loretta had the feeling she wasn’t going to like it. Hunter secured the bearskin flap so… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Somewhat revived by the water she had been forced to consume, Loretta sat astride the mare, suffering the confines of Hunter’s arm… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“They would find their way west, just as the prophecy had foretold. She knew they would. The Comanche nation was doomed. There… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Loretta reached him and dropped to her knees, trying to gather him into her arms. Dead weight. She couldn’t lift him. Blood,… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“I am Comanche, yes? A mo-cho-rook , cruel one. This is what you run from? A heathen. A man who will beat… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“The snake writhed and hissed as Hunter lifted it from the pallet. For a moment he held it aloft. Then he looked… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“From the hilltop Loretta watched the lone man walking toward her from the village. Relief flooded through her when she recognized Hunter’s… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“To her horror, the man lifted the edge of the robe to look at her shoulder. Frantic, she jerked at the leather… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“ The Prophecy From the place where the sun rises, there will come to the People a great warrior who will stand… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“You cannot escape me. You are here. That is the way of it.” Glancing toward the door and the horrors she knew… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“The Comanche rode in a wide circle around the frightened, riderless horses and tossed Amy into the arms of a fellow Indian… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Loretta opened her eyes and gazed up at her Comanche husband through a haze of longing. By degrees her pulse slowed, and… — Catherine Anderson 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 Copy Share Image
“From the moment she had stepped out from her wooden walls, the path ahead of him had been clearly marked, but he… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“The sun glanced off a long, wicked looking knife in the Comanche's grip. At least Cash wouldn't have long to mourn. The… — Lori Handeland Copy Share Image
“Me and the Texas Woman, it was not love at first sight. In fact, my match with her was a bit of… — Sarah Bird 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 Copy Share Image
“Hunter made the time pass more quickly by teaching her things while they rode: how to find water by watching the birds… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Why would he think I’d steal you away? I’m the one victimized, the one who left her family.” “This saddens your heart?”… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Ice. Loretta sucked in a whine of air as the shock of water washed over her body. A warm arm encircled her… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
