“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“Let the tosi tivo find the lots of land, plenty for all, and plant dead trees there. This is Comanche land, and… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“His knife cleared its sheath before he realized he had drawn it. He held the razor-sharp blade to her throat, his body… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“As she left the wagons far behind, she felt more alone than she ever had in her life. Moonlight bathed the flats.… — 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
“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
“You sure are a purty thing,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I bet that buck of yours’ll be hot on our trail… — Catherine Anderson 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
“When the wind blows, the sapling bends, the flowers lie low against the earth, the grass is flattened.” He thumped his chest… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Why bother with me? Why not find yourself an Indian woman?” “It is you I want.” He brushed his knuckles along the… — 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
“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
“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
“Frightened and horribly frustrated, Loretta sank onto a rock and hugged her knees. Think. Amy’s life depended on it. And so did… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“That night after supper, Loretta sat by the fire, using an overturned bucket as a stool, a mug of gritty coffee cupped… — 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
“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
“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
“Hunter turned toward her and looped an arm around her waist. His eyes were dark splashes in the moonlight. “Blue Eyes, it… — 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
“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
“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
“I don’t know why you even want me!” A sad smile twisted his mouth as he recalled how she had walked out… — 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
“Your heart holds great love for her.” “Yes. Those terrible men-- She’s just a little girl. They’ve already had her for eight… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
