“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“My chief wife will be a woman of my own blood.” He felt her stiffen and, seeking to mollify her, added, “You… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“As pleased as Loretta was to see her aunt, she went up the sagging steps with mixed emotions, glancing over her shoulder… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Let’s list our evidence against him, shall we?” Loretta held up a fist. “What did Hunter do when Santos took you?” “He… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Who is that girl?” Loretta demanded one evening. “What girl?” Hunter felt heat rising up his neck and avoided meeting his wife’s… — 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
“Hunter! Take me with you! I love you!” she called. “I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it!” He remained there, his… — 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
“Your father tells me you will take the woman back. Cousin, this is boisa. Kill her. If you cannot spill her blood,… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“If I don’t take her back to her wooden walls, she will die.” Hunter met his father’s steady gaze across the leaping… — 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
“This is why you come? To ask this favor?” “Please, Hunter, don’t say no. I’ll do anything, anything you ask.” All trace… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Come out, White-Eyes,” the voice called. “I bring gifts, not bloodshed.” Henry, wearing nothing but his pants and the bandages Aunt Rachel… — 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 loud clunk resounded behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, expecting to see her husband. Instead she looked straight into Red… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Come here, little one.” “I want to go back.” He hoped she stood there arguing for a time. “Obey your husband.” She… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“This Comanche cannot change his face.” “And I can’t change mine.” He traced the hollow of her cheek, his mouth tipping into… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Knowing what he wanted, he went after it with single-minded intensity, until a hoarse moan ripped from her and she arched toward… — 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
