“He was a Comanche, first, last, and always. Yet she had come to him.” — 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
“What does the paint say?” she asked. “That this Comanche rides for war.” — 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
“This Comanche cannot change his face.” “And I can’t change mine.” — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Squat, swarthy and powerful, the bandit was a mixture of Comanche and Comanchero bloods, revealing the most sadistic and savage traits of… — Joe Millard 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
“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
“torture and killing were as ingrained a part of their lives and beliefs as breathing. Such behavior was expected by the Comanche.” — Rosanne Bittner 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
“A Comanche don’t wear a wolf sign unless he’s somebody important. The wolf is sacred to ’em, their brother. No woman would… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Unlike the white, billions of whom shared the same handful of names, all interchangeable in the end, a Comanche name lived and… — Philipp Meyer 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
“You must also remember the yellow-hair may give you many more children than a Comanche woman. Take care or you could father… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“I swear it before God--I’ll eat and I’ll stay beside you, forever into the horizon.” “You will not fight the great fight?”… — 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
“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
“I’m here if you need an ear. You can count on me.” With that, she left the loft. Loretta wrapped her arms… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“She is the woman. Already, part of the prophecy has come to pass, eh? Her voice has been returned to her.” “And… — 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
“What’sa matter? You afraid I’ll get too friendly if I find out you’ve been pleasurin’ Comanches?” Struggling to stay calm, she said,… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Do not fight.” His voice was so close, it seemed to come from within her own mind. “You cannot win, eh? Rest.”… — Catherine Anderson 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
“Were the Comanches still out there, hidden from sight but watching? Was that lance a message from Hunter to his people? I… — 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
“You must also remember the yellow-hair may give you many more children than a Comanche woman. Take care or you could father… — Catherine Anderson 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
“We will meet again. I will come to you like the wind, from nowhere. Remember the face of this Comanche. I am… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“It will be well. My people will accept. You are one with them now, the wife of a warrior. In time, you… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“If you flee, this Comanche will follow you. Anyone who tries to keep you from me will die. Think long and hard… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“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
“But if she has ever had a thought that did not in some way involve herself, I have not heard of it.… — Philipp Meyer Copy Share Image
“Blue Eyes, you will drink?” Loretta waved him away. A long silence settled over them. Then Hunter grasped her chin and forced… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“When the shot rang out, she jerked as if the ball had plowed into her own body. The blast echoed and reechoed,… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
