“If we meet in battle, I will know the song your heart sings, eh? And you will know mine.” — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Someone must preserve the ways of the People,” Warrior rasped, “someone who will sing our songs and teach our ways. Unless you… — 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
“My song says I will one day leave my people. I am Comanche. Without them, I will be as nothing, Blue Eyes.”… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Put your arms around my neck, sweetheart." "Whatever for?" He grasped her wrists and lifted her arms himself. "Because," he whispered, "we're… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“ Little wise one. Still numb with shock, she stared off into the distance, remembering the night Hunter had recited his song… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“You will go from this place with me, walk in my footsteps?” A strained silence settled between them. “Oh, yes, Hunter, yes.”… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“You do not like me too good. This is a sad thing, eh?” With a sweep of his hand, he indicated the… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Your eyes say I lie when I call you my woman. This is not good. It is our bargain, eh?” He plucked… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“I have great love for you, tah-mah. If you leave me, my heart will be laid upon the ground. But it is… — 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 aren’t lost, Hunter. The words in your song will guide you. And when you falter, your Great Ones will lead you--to… — 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
“Loretta encircled his waist with her arms and pressed her cheek against his chest, inhaling the scent of his skin, loving it.… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 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 caused them,… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“ 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 Image
