Quotes from Catherine Anderson

Looking skyward, he searched for Loretta's Great One, the Almighty Father to whom she gave thanks for her food. At first he had been disgruntled by her prayers. Her God didn't bring her the food; her husband did.

I was just thinking. Once I get home, we'll be enemies again. My people would shoot you if you ever came around. And that--" She sniffed and swiped at her eyes. "That makes me sad. And sort of scared. 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 you at the other end." "I will not lift my blade against you.

If we meet in battle, I will know the song your heart sings, eh? And you will know mine.

My arm is yours to lean upon for always. Until snow comes to your hair, eh? For always, until I am dust in the wind.

Why? You ever seen those tiny cages they stick cats in? And those

Over the course of the day, he revealed to her a boyish, mischievous side that she found enchanting. One moment he played the lover, sliding his fingers lightly across the nape of her neck or down her arm as they walked. The next he was a rascal, sweeping her off her feet and threatening to toss her in the water or jumping out at her from the brush, ferocious as a bear.

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.

Why bother with me? Why not find yourself an Indian woman?" "It is you I want." He brushed his knuckles along the hollow of her cheek. "Your skin is moonlight. I am dark like night next to you." He slid his hand behind her neck and drew her toward him. "Sunshine in your hair, moonlight on your skin, this Comanche's bright one, no?

Can I ask something?" Hunter's mouth lifted at one corner. "If I say no, you will be silent?" "Are you saying I talk too much?

Ob-be mah-e-vah. " "What?" "Make room for me." He lifted the robe and joined her on the pallet. "Wha--you're not going to sleep with me?" " Nei che-ida-ha , I am very terribly cold.

Ob-be mah-e-vah. " "What?" "Make room for me." He lifted the robe and joined her on the pallet. "Wha--you're not going to sleep with me?" " Nei che-ida-ha , I am very terribly cold." Loretta suspected he was lying, but she moved over, secretly glad to have him there, her mind shying away from the enormity of what that meant.

You have stolen my heart from me, Blue Eyes.

Are you sad? About saying good-bye tomorrow?" "No. You will ride in a great circle back to me. The Great Ones have spoken it." "In your song?" She sniffed. "That song has caused me enough grief." He tightened his arm and drew her closer, "Sleep, mah-tao-yo. This last time, at my side.

I wish to be your friend." He leaned back to see her face. "Can I not be both? You have stolen my heart from me, Blue Eyes.

Hunter stretched out beside her, head propped on one hand, his eyes never leaving her. She was acutely conscious of his gaze, and when it started to unnerve her, she finally turned to look at him. Banked embers of passion glowed in his eyes.

Sleep, mah-tao-yo. This last time, at my side.

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 like to be friends again--truly I would." "Then it will be so.

Hunter grew amused, watching Loretta. When she threw him an accusing glance, he noted that her pupils had flared until her irises were almost black. Crimson rode her cheeks, and a rosy flush colored her slender throat. He wondered if her entire body was pink and wish they were alone so he could find out. Soon. Tonight he would build a fire so she couldn't hide in shadows, and he would learn every inch of her, slowly.

Don't even think it, Loretta Jane." "That's Hunter out there, Uncle Henry." "You don't know that. You wanna part with you hair, girl?

Are you sad? About saying good-bye tomorrow?" "No. You will ride in a great circle back to me. The Great Ones have spoken it." "In your song?" She sniffed. "That song has caused me enough grief.

Why are we camped so far from the others?" she asked, striving to keep her voice calm. A fire had leapt to life some distance away, and she could hear the faint sound of the others talking. "Your Aye-mee must not see," he replied in a clipped monotone. "See what?" she asked shakily. "The games we will play," he said softly.

Don't even think it, Loretta Jane." "That's Hunter out there, Uncle Henry." "You don't know that. You wanna part with you hair, girl?" He seized her arm. "Not only that, but you gotta think about us and how it looks." Several other men gathered around. Loretta glanced at their taut faces, feeling trapped. She heard the coyote again. Hunter. "I'm going. He's out there calling me, and I'm going.

Tonight he would build a fire so she couldn't hide in shadows, and he would learn every inch of her, slowly.

She heard the coyote again. Hunter. "I'm going. He's out there calling me, and I'm going.