“You are dee-lish-us. Like sunshine, eh?” Unnerved by the gleam that had stolen into his eyes, Loretta caught hold of his hand… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“I have tried everything, Father. I’ve been kind to her. I’ve promised my strong arm will be hers forever into the horizon,… — Catherine Anderson Dark eyes 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 Song Copy Share Image
“What’sa matter? You afraid I’ll get too friendly if I find out you’ve been pleasurin’ Comanches?” Struggling to stay calm, she said,… — Catherine Anderson Little cousin Copy Share Image
“I will go wherever the Great Ones lead me,” Hunter whispered. “You know I will. It’s just that I can’t see the… — Catherine Anderson Last time 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 Marriage Copy Share Image
“Lances, leaning like drunken soldiers standing guard, lined the perimeter of the property, feathers fluttering, their slender shafts black lines in the… — Catherine Anderson Different ways Copy Share Image
“My dear child,” the priest inserted, “it’s not often one of these”--he threw a meaningful glance at Hunter--“ gentlemen offers to make… — Catherine Anderson Children 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 Bright star 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
“You will be my friend again?” he asked huskily. “We will make laughter together, yes? And you will lie beside me when… — Catherine Anderson Fear Copy Share Image
“I’m leaving on a journey.” “Ah, yes, a journey. Where are you going?” Hunter ignored the question. It was one thing to… — Catherine Anderson Journey Copy Share Image
“Leaning her head back, she began her nightly ritual, wringing the rag to trickle the scented water along her throat and over… — Catherine Anderson Full moon Copy Share Image
“Only a White Eyes would walk when she had a perfectly good horse to ride.” — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“After a long while the girl’s sobbing subsided, and her breathing became slow, measured. In her sleep she scooted her rump toward… — Catherine Anderson Another day Copy Share Image
“Looking skyward, he searched for Loretta’s Great One, the Almighty Father to whom she gave thanks for her food. At first he… — Catherine Anderson Parenting Copy Share Image
“What do your feathers say?” “They have my mark. And tell a little bit my life song.” His full lower lip quirked… — Catherine Anderson Life Copy Share Image
“Your own name isn’t half-bad. Bet you don’t know what Loretta means.” Rachel folded the dough over, then glanced up with a… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Blue Eyes…” Hunter sighed and interlaced his fingers, bending his knuckles backward, stalling because he didn’t want to say the wrong thing.… — Catherine Anderson Fear Copy Share Image
Sammantha: Tucker? Tucker: Does some other man call at this hour just to hear your voice? If so, give me his name,… — Catherine Anderson Doe Copy Share Image
“The next three days passed in a blur. Most of the time Loretta slept, while Hunter watched over her. When she awoke… — Catherine Anderson Time Copy Share Image
“To her horror, the man lifted the edge of the robe to look at her shoulder. Frantic, she jerked at the leather… — Catherine Anderson Cold water Copy Share Image
“Ah, nei mah-tao-yo ,” he whispered. “You tremble.” His mouth continued its downward path, lips like silk nibbling her collarbone. Acutely aware… — Catherine Anderson Dark eyes Copy Share Image
“Why can’t you understand that? A woman must come freely.” Lowering his hand to her waist, he leaned away from her, his… — Catherine Anderson Dark eyes Copy Share Image
“What does the paint say?” she asked. “That this Comanche rides for war.” — Catherine Anderson Painting Copy Share Image
