Quote by Catherine Anderson

“I come for the woman,” the Comanche repeated, never taking his gaze from her. “And I bring my finest horses to console her father…

— Catherine Anderson

“From the hilltop Loretta watched the lone man walking toward her from the village. Relief flooded through her when she recognized Hunter’s loose-hipped, graceful…

— Catherine Anderson

“Go into the house, Aunt Rachel,” Loretta called. “Why? What is it?” “I’m not sure. He comes in anger.” “You come with me, then!”…

— Catherine Anderson

“Go into the house, Aunt Rachel,” Loretta called. “Why? What is it?” “I’m not sure. He comes in anger.” “You come with me, then!”…

— Catherine Anderson

“At noon the following day, the Comanches crested the rise above the Masters farm and drew in their horses, well out of firing range.…

— Catherine Anderson

“Hunter enfolded Loretta’s hand in his and nudged his stallion into a walk, pulling her along with him toward his lodge. He had forgotten…

— Catherine Anderson

“She has touched me. My hatred for her has gone the way of the wind. She saved my life.” He quickly related the tale…

— Catherine Anderson

“Over the next few weeks, the Comanches attacked with a vengeance. News came that the mercenaries, en route to attack another village, were all…

— Catherine Anderson

“He shaded his brow against the sun. Up on the plateau, he could see the distinct silhouette of a white woman on a horse.…

— Catherine Anderson

“From the moment she had stepped out from her wooden walls, the path ahead of him had been clearly marked, but he had been…

— Catherine Anderson

“Good-bye, Hunter.” Reluctantly he released her and watched her lead the horse down the hill. At the base of the slope she turned and…

— Catherine Anderson

“Hunter rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He loved the feel of her slender length pressed against him. Running his hands into…

— Catherine Anderson