“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
“Where, that was the question. And Hunter had no answers. West, as the prophecy foretold? Into the great mountain ranges? The thought… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Peace filled Hunter. With so many Great Ones, both his and hers, surely they would be blessed. Relaxing his body, he surrendered… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“They would find their way west, just as the prophecy had foretold. She knew they would. The Comanche nation was doomed. There… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“He shaded his brow against the sun. Up on the plateau, he could see the distinct silhouette of a white woman on… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“He had once told Loretta that he would be as nothing without his people, and that was true. He would be giving… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
