Quotes from Rosanne Bittner

No better stress reliever than to sit down and write! Let your imagination take you to other places and another time!

What we do today will become tomorrow's memory; and often the past we are now creating returns to haunt us.

She could not take her heart or trust with her. Chad had stolen both. It still hurt deeply to think about it, but it was done now, and she doubted she could ever love or trust a man again, let alone ever find it in her heart to forgive.

Governor Evans had himself given the order that citizens could "shoot on site" any Indian who trespassed

torture and killing were as ingrained a part of their lives and beliefs as breathing. Such behavior was expected by the Comanche.

could not understand why, at treaty councils with the whites, when white prisoners were brought in, beaten, scarred, and noses burned off, the whites suddenly would not continue the talks. Always they turned on them, making demands that were not originally agreed upon

He was strong, and so handsome; So wild and so free; A man of the mountains, In high Tennessee. His arms drew me close

Chivington and his Third Colorado Regiment wear uniforms and fight the Indians only as an excuse to stay out of the real war going on back East, so they don't want peace because they won't have an excuse to stay out of that war." "Evans

he hated the constant danger of Indian attack; but being here was better than being in jail back in New Orleans for robbery and assault.

Life is just a series of good-byes, isn't it? People move in and out of our lives, they go on to new places, sometimes they die.

grinned. "That is what you call instinct. You feel the trust. You know by instinct that you can trust me, and the same instinct tells you that you cannot trust Tommy Decker. Animals have the best instincts.

beating. Emma! A beautiful young woman with golden hair came outside. Her hair was tied into a a tail at the base of her neck. Two Indian women came up to her and they embraced. Each Indian woman held a child, one of them just a little baby.

Moss, you—you look wonderful!" Amanda told him, wondering if her eyes were giving away her feelings. Her emotions were now more confused than ever. Sitting across from her was not only a man she already knew to be brave and skillful, a man of strength and experience, but also a very, very handsome man, who she suspected was also very lonely.

Damn it, I love you, Mandy," he whispered. "God help me, I love you so much. I just wish I was good enough for you.

Please, Amanda," he said softly, still holding her hand. "I've never had many friends. And I've never had one as nice as you. I'd be hurt if you didn't take it. You'd be denyin' me a lot of pleasure, 'cause I know you'll like it, and that would please me greatly. You said you owed me for watchin' out for you. So please take the gift for me." She

I, uh, figured you could use that to maybe put your rosary beads in, or whatever jewelry you might have," Moss told the temporarily speechless Amanda. "I know you probably aren't a woman who would keep much jewelry. But I know Catholics have them prayin' beads, so I figured you must have some. Do you like it?" She

the Supreme Court ruling and forced their Indians into Indian Territory (Oklahoma), along what has come to be called the infamous "Trail of Tears." Although

Moss," she went on softly. "When Christ died on the cross, two men hung on either side of him. Both were criminals, outlaws. He loved them both. And one of them asked Christ to forgive him, minutes before he died. And he was forgiven. If a person wishes to change his life, then God does not hold that person to blame for things in his past. Someone such as I has no right condemning another human being, when Christ does not condemn. I want very much to keep the case, Moss." She

already upstairs in her

Lester Morrow could quite possibly have enough pull with the army to foil Howell's own attempts at promotion.

There was another twenty miles to cover tomorrow, most of it on foot.

Colonel, my ass. That rotten Indian hater will only cause more problems out here for the real Army. If the man kept harassing and murdering innocent natives, there would be more Indian attacks and unrest at a time when the Army had few enough men in Colorado or anywhere else in the West to take care of such problems. Even the half-Indian Bent brothers, successful traders and friends to the Army and whites, were growing restless and resentful. Through

Colonel John Chivington, a vicious Indian-hater who committed uncalled-for atrocities against peaceful Southern Cheyenne villages, including the killing and mutilating of women and children. To create excuses for such attacks, gangs of white men began committing raids on their own kind, dressed and behaving as Indians, using

white raiders attack their own kind just so it can be blamed on the Cheyenne." Ansley