Where are we going? she asked.You will see.She cast an uneasy glance at the knife on his belt. Then her eyes trailed up his muscular torso to his face. The breeze caught his hair, pulling it back so s...
When they reached the river, he turned left. , Blue Water River. You call it the Brazos, eh? He pointed ahead of them. , upstream. Jabbing a thumb over his shoulder, he said, , downstream. You will li...
When she lowered her hands, her reflection shimmered up at her, pale and golden in contrast with the bronzed, dark-haired man next to her. Seeing herself beside him made the nightmarish situation she...
When he finished his portion, he retrieved the other buffalo fur from where he had kicked it earlier and stretched out on his back beside her. Snapping his fingers, he pointed to the space next to him...
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, You’re a smart man. I heard you and your men talking. You were hired...
What was she thinking? Tarnished Silver? Brother. He probably practiced that smoldering look in the mirror so all women within a mile would fall over like nine pins when he smiled. Well, count her out...
What is this to do with spit?It’s just a saying. When someone or something looks just like something else, it’s called a spittin’ image. I don’t know why.You do not know, but you say the words? The wo...
What did you say? Henry grated.I said , Henry. Rachel’s voice was still soft, but the glint in her eyes was fighting mean. I’ve put up with your cussedness for nigh on nine years. No more. You apologi...
Watching him, she was, for the first time in her life, appreciative of the male form, the smooth play of muscle in motion, the subtle grace in strength. Lean tendons roped his buttocks and thighs. Whe...
This is why you come? To ask this favor?Please, Hunter, don’t say no. I’ll do anything, anything you ask.All trace of warmth left his eyes.Loretta stared up at him. She had come so far. She couldn’t b...
This Comanche cannot change his face.And I can’t change mine.He traced the hollow of her cheek, his mouth tipping into a sad smile. I like your face, Blue Eyes. It is carved upon my heart.
This Comanche cannot change his face.And I can’t change mine.
They would find their way west, just as the prophecy had foretold. She they would. The Comanche nation was doomed. There was no stopping the tide of white settlers that washed over their land. An ent...
The wise ones called council. We cannot remain passive. The whites must be driven out. Now is the right time, while they are at war amongst themselves. Their soldiers are away. They’re defenseless. Th...
The spittin’ image of--What was your dead friend’s name?It is not to be spoken. He is dead, no? To say his name would not show respect. What is this to do with spit?It’s just a saying. When someone or...
The shock of his hand on her bare back brought her to her senses. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped. She tried to arch away from him and succeeded only in accommodating his mouth when her head fell b...
The outcome of their battle was a foregone conclusion, and Loretta knew it. His friends encouraged him, whooping with ribald laughter each time her ruffles flashed. She snatched the dirty peace flag f...
The moment Hunter stepped into the lodge, Loretta swiped the tears from her cheeks and began clanging pots so loudly that her ears rang. Perverse though it was, she fell back on her anger to hide her...
The hate has gone from you to a faraway place you cannot find, as it was spoken in the prophecy. That’s why it is time for you to walk your own way. You must fight the last great fight for the People,...
Surely you don’t mean right Her startled gaze focused on the lodge door. It’s not even dark yet. People are still awake. You haven’t eaten. There’s no fire built. We can’t just--He lifted the door fl...