A man whose yesterdays rest on his horizon travels forward into his past. The result is that he goes a very long way to nowhere. — 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
