“ I come for the woman, the Comanche repeated, never taking his gaze from her. And I bring my finest horses to console her father for his loss. Fifty, all trained to ride. His black sidestepped and whin… Catherine Anderson
“ Hunter, if you leave signs for other Comanche bands, why do white men have so much trouble finding you?They are not smart.Loretta laughed softly. I think I’ve been insulted. You think I’m stupid?He th… Catherine Anderson
“ Hunter, are what I fear.Releasing her shoulders, he slipped his arms around her, placing his palms beneath her breasts. He smiled at the way she gripped his wrists to make sure his hands didn’t wande… Catherine Anderson
“ Hunter was sitting under a brush arbor, tossing dice with several men, when Blackbird came tearing up the path between the lodges, screaming, The yellow-hair! She’s back, Uncle! She’s back!Accustomed… Catherine Anderson
“ Hunter turned toward her and looped an arm around her waist. His eyes were dark splashes in the moonlight. Blue Eyes, it will be good. Trust this Comanche.How can it be, Hunter?I will make it so. He f… Catherine Anderson
“ Hunter spread the pallet and motioned for her to lie next to him. Keeping her back to him, she stretched out on the fur, putting as much distance between them as the pallet allowed. She felt him wrapp… 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 her hair, he held her face inches above his own so he could search… Catherine Anderson
“ Hunter made the time pass more quickly by teaching her things while they rode: how to find water by watching the birds and wild horses and by searching for certain types of grass that grew only near u… Catherine Anderson
“ Hunter knew he should go directly to the central fire. It was the custom for warriors to give a public recounting after making a trip. His friends would be waiting, anxious to tell of their exploits a… Catherine Anderson
“ Hunter gazed at the horizon for a moment. Loretta’s voice kept whispering to him. Hunter wasn’t sure why finding Amy had become so important to him, and he didn’t care to analyze his feelings. Was his… Catherine Anderson
“ Hunter disappeared once, returning a few minutes later with a bouquet of wild flowers. When Swift Antelope and Amy weren’t watching, he dragged her behind bushes to kiss her. Several times, on toward… Catherine Anderson
“ Hunter crouched beside the fire, a cup of coffee cradled in his palms, his gaze fixed on the shifting flames. He could see his yellow-hair from the corner of his eye and knew every time she moved, eve… Catherine Anderson
“ His people or Loretta? His mother’s and father’s faces flashed in his mind. Then others crowded in, Blackbird, Pony Girl, Turtle, Warrior, Maiden of the Tall Grass, and Red Buffalo. As much as he love… Catherine Anderson
“ He pulled on her leg and slid her toward him until she lay on her back. Then he released her ankle to loom over her, planting a hand on each side of her. Loretta stared up at his dark face, her heart… Catherine Anderson
“ He must figger it’s good riddance, Amy mused. They can cover twice the distance we can in a day. What else could’ve took him so long?Loretta had no illusions. Hunter would follow her--to the ends of t… Catherine Anderson
“ He found Loretta awake when he entered his lodge. She was sitting up in bed, raking her fingers through her tangled hair. When she saw him, she averted her face, still angry, if the glint in her eyes… Catherine Anderson
“ Grasping her chin, Hunter dug his fingertips and thumb into her cheeks. When at last her jaws parted, he held the canteen over her yawning mouth and began trickling water down her.To his surprise, she… 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 stride. She crossed herself quickly an… Catherine Anderson
“ Do you deny that your song says your yellow-hair must come to you? You took me home and taught me how to walk back to you in your footsteps! Her voice rose, turning shrill. You gave me a fine horse to… Catherine Anderson
