Linda Lael Miller Quote

You little idiot. How the hell do you propose to plow fields, fend off Indians and outlaws, and build a house all by yourself? Lily was wounded. Maybe I won’t be by myself, she said, wanting to hurt him in the same way he’d hurt her. Maybe I’ll meet a soldier at Fort Deveraux—one who wants to be a farmer. We could get married, and I wouldn’t be alone. She started to turn away from him, intending to go back to the buggy, but he grasped her arm and wrenched her back. You’re mine, he breathed through his perfect white teeth. And I’ll kill the man who lays a hand on you. I’m not yours! You are, Caleb argued. I saw to that last night. Lily was outraged. He was treating her like a piece of land, one he’d homesteaded and laid a permanent claim to. I told you, last night was a mistake. Deftly,