Catherine Anderson Quote
A small girl cried, dancing around the mare’s legs, her button eyes gleaming, her plump brown bottom jiggling so hard that she was about to lose her breechcloth. Hunter pried Loretta’s frantic fingers from his arm and slid off the horse. Smiling at the child, he leaned over and retied her breechcloth thong. , yes. Glancing up at Loretta, he said, She is a yellow-hair, and she is mine.
Catherine Anderson
A small girl cried, dancing around the mare’s legs, her button eyes gleaming, her plump brown bottom jiggling so hard that she was about to lose her breechcloth. Hunter pried Loretta’s frantic fingers from his arm and slid off the horse. Smiling at the child, he leaned over and retied her breechcloth thong. , yes. Glancing up at Loretta, he said, She is a yellow-hair, and she is mine.
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About Catherine Anderson
Catherine Anderson (born December 22, 1948) is an American best-selling writer of historical and contemporary romance novels since 1988.