When you've been hurt, you don't make excuses for the jerk who hurt you. That's his mama's job.
In the dim light he could see tears shimmering on her pale cheeks. He bent his head to catch their saltiness with the tip of his tongue.Ah, Blue Eyes, , don’t cry. Has my hand upon you ever brought pa...
Throwing a frightened glance at the wagons, she threw herself across his body.Don’t shoot! Her scream pierced the air. Don’t shoot, damn you! Don’t shoot!A hush fell over the flats. The whites had alr...
Life goes on. We just have to find the strength to face it sometimes, and the only way we can do that is to reach deep for faith and believe with all our hearts.
Why bother with me? Why not find yourself an Indian woman?It is you I want.
The first day out, she and Amy kept one eye on the horizon behind them, terrified that Comanches would appear. The second day, both of them relaxed a little. By the third, Amy was convinced Hunter was...
Reflection?Yes, he is his reflection.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 spi...
Loretta’s gaze shifted to the child he held. Running forward with upraised arms, she cried, Amy! Oh, Amy! He found you! Thanks be to God!Hunter wasn’t sure exactly what he had been expecting from Lore...
Something impressive for a boy, Ma. Amy pursed her lips. You know--like Mighty Fighter. Or Wise King. You gotta remember how Hunter thinks. They give boys grand names.Swift Antelope, for example? Lore...
What are you-- White people don’t things like this. I’m sure they don’t. Stop! Please?Alarmed by her tone, Hunter lifted his head to search her eyes. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her. The...
Where was Hunter? The question repeated itself in Loretta’s mind hundreds of times with each passing day. As the mercenaries escorted her and Amy ever closer to Fort Belknap, Loretta’s uneasiness grew...
The little boy touched his dust-streaked hand to Loretta’s hair and made a breathless ooh sound. He smelled like any little boy who had been hard at play, a bit sweaty yet somehow sweet, with the defi...
As he turned her face to study her, he said, You have more courage than you have strength, Yellow Hair. It is not wise to fight when you cannot win.Looking up at his carved features and the arrogant s...
You will be my friend again? he asked huskily. We will make laughter together, yes? And you will lie beside me when we sleep, with no fear, because my hand upon you is the hand of your good friend.I’d...
She realized now that there was no good or bad, no right or wrong, just people fighting for their lives. Wonderful people, who lived and loved and laughed.
I’m quite a hand on names. Let me think on it.Something impressive for a boy, Ma. Amy pursed her lips. You know--like Mighty Fighter. Or Wise King. You gotta remember how Hunter thinks. They give boys...
How about naming a boy after his papa and his uncle Warrior? Rachel asked. Chase Kelly. Chase means hunter, Kelly means warrior.Loretta lowered her sewing to her lap, her gaze dreamy. Chase Kelly--Cha...
The wind brushed her cheeks, catching his name and carrying it away from her. She crossed her arms over her breasts and sobbed, her gaze fixed on the rise. She would never again look at the horizon wi...
He ran his palm up the curve of her back and then removed his arm from around her, amused at how swiftly she rolled off him, fussing with her many skirts to be sure her ruffled breeches weren’t expose...
She stared at the crude stone medallion that rose and fell against her bosom. And then it struck her. El Lobo, the wolf. Hunter of the Wolf. Her friend had protected her with something more than just...
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