What did the Great Ones expect of him? Would the girl die if he pressed onward? And if he took her home to her people, what then? What of the prophecy? What of his people?As if he heard Hunter’s thoug...
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...
What do your feathers say?They have my mark. And tell a little bit my life song. His full lower lip quirked in a grin. My marks say I am a fine fellow--a good lover, a good hunter, with a mighty arm t...
You will be warm with me in my lodge? I have many buffalo robes. And plenty food. Meat, yes? And my strong arm will protect you, forever into the horizon. There is nothing to fear. He pressed his hand...
What if there was an Indian attack? What if I-- She turned her head to study him. I might look down the barrel of a rifle someday, and it might be at the other end.I will not lift my blade against yo...
What if you were attacking a farm, and you saw me at one of the windows? What would you do?I would salute you. There will be no war between us.
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 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 will lead her back to me, ?Woman with Many Robes smiled. Fate, Hunter. It guides our footsteps. It will guide hers.
You will tell me of this anger that burns within you, eh?As if you don’t know!He propped his elbows on his bent knees. He’d never understand them.
When at last she scooted over to him, Hunter experienced a feeling like none he had ever felt. It went beyond satisfaction, beyond contentment. Having her fair head on his shoulder felt perfectly righ...
You are well? Hunter asked in English.I’m better. She threw a worried glance at the doorway. Is that awful boy still out there?He had expected questions about Loretta. Swift Antelope?Is that his name?...
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...
When he tried to picture what his life would be like without her, he saw only emptiness. She to believe him.Afraid as he had never been, he reached out to her, his hand palm up and open. For an endle...
When she finally grew still, a taut silence settled over them. From the corner of his eye he could see her worrying her lip, her small white teeth sinking into the soft pink flesh. Remembering how tho...
You hurt?Loretta knew he had gone to great lengths to be gentle with her earlier, but she was sore nonetheless. The ache was to be expected, she felt sure, and probably would disappear in a day or two...
You will eat--unmistakable laughter played upon his face--so you will stay strong. We cannot fight the big fight if you tremble from hunger.Loretta lowered her gaze. A rush of conflicting emotions ass...
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. I am your wind, Blue Eyes. Bend or break. In all her life, sh...
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 you've been hurt, you don't make excuses for the jerk who hurt you. That's his mama's job.
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