The girl is half my size. I think I can handle her without calling council.You disappoint me, Hunter. Where is the patience you show with the wild horses you train? Has it gone the way of the wind?A h...
The child bounded onto the bed, landing on all fours, her round face wreathed in a smile. What is your name? Hunter translated, tousling the imp’s hair as he hunkered beside the bed. Loh-rhett-ah, eh?...
The Comanche rode in a wide circle around the frightened, riderless horses and tossed Amy into the arms of a fellow Indian who waited in the ranks. The little girl’s indignant screeching filled the ai...
That night after supper, Loretta sat by the fire, using an overturned bucket as a stool, a mug of gritty coffee cupped in her palms, her gaze fixed sightlessly on the shifting flames. The other women...
Thank you for bringing me home. My heart will sing a song of friendship when I think of you, Hunter--for always into the horizon.He gestured toward the stallion. You will take him. He is strong and sw...
Tears sprang to Hunter’s eyes when she reached up to hug his neck, clinging to him even though he was the one hurting her. He had asked her to trust him this one last time. And she had.
Suddenly it struck her as hysterically funny. She had been captured by savages and dragged halfway across Texas. Never once, not even when he had just cause, had Hunter hit her with enough force to hu...
Strong is right?Well, yes, I suppose you could say that.You say a woman cannot be bought. I say she can. I am strong. I am right.Just when she started to relax around him, he jerked the rug from under...
Still trailing Amy, Loretta spotted Hunter the moment his horse drew out in front of the others. Heaving for air, she stumbled to a stop and glanced over her shoulder. Hunter, broad back to the wagons...
Still studying her with the same unnerving intensity, he said, When the wind blows, the sapling bends, the flowers lie low against the earth, the grass is flattened. He thumped his chest with his fist...
Stay back! she cried.I come. Choose your mark, Blue Eyes, and drive the blade deep. You have one strike. When he was within arm’s reach of her, she made a lunge, arcing the knife at his chest. Hunter...
Stand, Blue Eyes, he told her gently.She tipped her head back. Tears shimmered on her cheeks. I’ll do anything, Hunter. I’ll serve you on my knees. I’ll be your loyal slave forever. I’ll kiss the grou...
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 it.And swallowed tooth, pit and all, so he wouldn’t emb...
Someone must preserve the ways of the People, Warrior rasped, someone who will sing our songs and teach our ways. Unless you do that, all that we are will be lost. You must go get your woman and take...
Smiling, he plucked a blade of grass and feathered it along her arm, reaching up under her loose sleeve. Next he directed his attention to her leg, tracing a circle around the top of her moccasin, gra...
She was a slightly built woman, narrow of hip. He was not a small man.
She turned her face to touch her lips to his neck. Make a memory with me, Hunter, she whispered huskily. One more beautiful memory.
She stared at Hunter; he stared at the doorway. When at last he looked at her, his eyes churned darkly with emotion. He returned to his pallet and sat down, legs crossed at the ankles in front of him....
She saw Hunter reaching toward her out of the corner of her eye. She looked at him as he lowered his medallion necklace over her head. The flat stone was still warm from where it had rested against hi...
She blinked and forced herself to focus on him. Laughter twinkled in his eyes. She realized that since he had decided not to kill her, he was, for some reason she couldn’t imagine, playing a hideous g...