“He was a Comanche, first, last, and always. Yet she had come to him.” — 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
“Do you bleed from within?” Her face flamed, and she bit her lip. Hunter would have traded every horse he owned at… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“My heart rides with you, tah-mah. ” Hunter moved his hands in a light caress down Loretta’s arms, then released her. “And… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Loretta Jane, we ain’t fixin’ to steal their horses, are we?” “You wanna walk?” “Hunter’s gonna flay us alive.” — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Make me a story.” “Hunter, I don’t have a stitch of clothes on,” she squeaked. One of his dark eyebrows flicked upward.… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Don’t even think it, Loretta Jane.” “That’s Hunter out there, Uncle Henry.” “You don’t know that. You wanna part with you hair,… — 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
“Henry jerked up his left suspender and raked his hand through his hair, looking at the hole Rachel had shot in the… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“One Indian was taller on horseback than all the rest, broader across the shoulders and chest. Hunter. She kept her gaze on… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“A wonderfully hard arm encircled her, his broad wrist pressed against her spine, his long fingers fanning between her shoulder blades. She… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“My heart is filled with great love for you,” he whispered. Tears sprang to Loretta’s eyes. She couldn’t name the emotion that… — 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
“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
“Afterward Hunter drew her gently into his arms and reminded her of the promises he had made her, that she would never… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“As Red Buffalo disappeared into the darkness, Hunter’s hand, which was riding Loretta’s thickened waist, tightened. He glanced down, his brows lifting… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“How is your woman taking this?” Warrior asked. “Her heart is on the ground.” Warrior sighed. “This is bad, Hunter, very bad.… — 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
“What did you say?” Henry grated. “I said shut up , Henry.” Rachel’s voice was still soft, but the glint in her… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“You can make war with your eyes for a moon and win no battles. I grow tired of your anger, Blue Eyes.”… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Holy Mother, you near shot my foot off, you damned fool woman!” “Next time, I won’t miss.” Henry sputtered, so mad he… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“When she lowered her hands, her reflection shimmered up at her, pale and golden in contrast with the bronzed, dark-haired man next… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Make me a story.” “Hunter, I don’t have a stitch of clothes on,” she squeaked. One of his dark eyebrows flicked upward.… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Does Warrior mind my staying here? What will his wife say?” “She welcomes you. It is good. Be easy, Blue Eyes. My… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Hunter grew impatient with his struggling captive and caught a handful of her braid to hold her still. “There, I’ve got her.… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“As the Comanchero cupped his hands around the fullness of her breasts, his attention shifted to the medallion she had been wearing,… — 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
“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
“ Toquet , it is well, little one. It is finished, eh?” She panted, tossing her head. “It h-hurts!” “It will pass,”… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“My gawd, Henry!” Tom cried. “You ain’t seriously sayin’ you’d keep her here?” A flush crept up Henry’s neck. “Of course not.”… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“A coyote wailed, the sound sending a shiver up Loretta’s spine. She cocked an ear, listening. “I hope that’s what it sounds… — 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
“Hunter enfolded Loretta’s hand in his and nudged his stallion into a walk, pulling her along with him toward his lodge. He… — 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
“Cautiously Hunter asked, “Then what makes your heart sad?” She bit her bottom lip and tipped her head back to stare at… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Hunter’s name drifted to him on the wind, the call barely discernible yet shrill, like the whisper of a lost soul searching… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Frustrated by her high neckline and her full skirts, he made a fist in the calico. “So much wannup. Where are you,… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Amy did as she was told, albeit reluctantly, describing with every step the dire fate that was in store for Loretta when… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“ This Comanche cannot change his face. She touched the scar that slashed his cheek, the lifeless lips that had so frequently… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“You’d better keep her tied.” “Why?” A yawn stretched Hunter’s dark face. “Because she’s looking skittish.” “She’s naked.” Sheathing his knife, Hunter flopped on… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“I have such great love for you, little one. Such great love.” “I love you just as much, Hunter. I thought I’d die when… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“Blue Eyes, you will say yes to me?” “Tonight? Now?” “Yes, tonight. Before this time between us passes.” When she sat, silent, watching, Hunter… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“My heart is filled with great love for you,” he whispered. Tears sprang to Loretta’s eyes. She couldn’t name the emotion that caused them,… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“I’m in no need of matrimony, Father. I still have my honor.” Hunter jerked her to his side and, in an ominously even voice,… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“You know, I should start thinking on names. I have to be over two months gone. A name is important. Especially for this baby.”… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“As he tightened his embrace around her, he knew he'd made the right choice. He held the whole world in his arms.” — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“You will tell your sons and daughters about me, yes?” Hunter wished he could weep, but the tears were dammed behind his lids, aching… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“Speaking of pits in plum pudding, do you remember your sister’s first attempt? Your grandfather broke off his only remaining tooth trying to eat… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“You ever seen what they do to a captive white woman? If you ask me, them Injuns got exactly what was coming to ’em.”… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“I would like to make arrangements with you--to take her as my wife. Not right away, of course. When she grows old enough.” The… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“ Toquet , it is well, little one. It is finished, eh?” She panted, tossing her head. “It h-hurts!” “It will pass,” he assured… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“Make a story for me, yes? About my Loh-rhett-ah when she was small like Blackbird.” She stared at him, clearly unable to believe he… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“He ran his palm up the curve of her back and then removed his arm from around her, amused at how swiftly she rolled… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
“Another uplifting development was Amy’s recovery from her ordeal. Loretta could scarcely believe how quickly the child was regaining her former gaiety, and she… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share
