“Even at a distance he recognized the way she sat a horse, the tilt of her head. He couldn’t believe she had… — 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
“He was a Comanche, first, last, and always. Yet she had come to him.” — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
