Quotes from Catherine Anderson

Cinching the drawstring of his pants, he tied a quick bowknot and extended a hand to her. For an instant Loretta was swept back in time to that first afternoon, when he had commanded she place her palm across his. She had been so terrified then, but no longer. His arm was her shield, just as he had promised.

No. My daughter walks with you. Choose your way carefully, yes? The trail ahead of you will be steep at times. At others, it may be rocky and narrow. You must be certain you go along a path that leaves room for her to journey beside you.

I'll do anything, Hunter. I'll serve you on my knees. I'll be your loyal slave forever. I'll kiss the ground you walk on, anything." He disengaged his hand from hers and grasped her shoulders, hauling her to her feet. "I want you in my buffalo robes, not making kisses in the dirt.

She swallowed, trying to avoid his gaze and failing miserably. When their eyes met, she felt as if the ground fell away. There was no mistaking that look in his eye. The moment of reckoning had come.

His arm was her shield, just as he had promised.

Have you no shame?" His answer was a slow grin.

You rip my heart out and it should not hurt?" His teeth closed on her earlobe, nipping lightly, sending shivers over her skin. "You spit upon all that I am, and it should not hurt? You abandon me, you dishonor me, and it should not hurt?

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 spit?

How can you not hear the song my heart sings, Blue Eyes?

It is not the way of a Comanche to beat his woman," he rasped. "Just as it is not his way to let her go away from him.

Meat broth? In heaven there were supposed to be angel wings, glorious songs of praise, streets lined in gold, and fluffy pink clouds.

A Comanche don't wear a wolf sign unless he's somebody important. The wolf is sacred to 'em, their brother. No woman would have a medallion like that unless her man marked her with it.

He gazed into the darkness at the flickering shadows. Above the tops of the trees on the opposite side of the river, he could see endless stretches of starlit sky. He longed for home where the plains stretched forever, where the wind sighed through the river canyons, sweet with the smell of grass and mesquite. If only his friends hadn't come across a mute yellow-hair and ridden to tell him.

I will go wherever the Great Ones lead me," Hunter whispered. "You know I will. It's just that I can't see the path they want me to follow. There is no one to lead me." "The path will be there. When you turn your face westward you will know , deep within, where to place your feet." Warrior's voice rang with certainty.

Afterward Hunter drew her gently into his arms and reminded her of the promises he had made her, that she would never experience brutality or shame in his arms, only love. "How can you not hear the song my heart sings, Blue Eyes?" Loretta knew he was referring to far more than his lovemaking.

Only you would ask. All anyone has to do is look in your eyes to see your heart shining through, and it's a warm heart, to boot. I think Hattie has made the perfect choice" Chloe felt as if she'd just gotten a telephone hug.

She turned her face to touch her lips to his neck. "Make a memory with me, Hunter," she whispered huskily. "One more beautiful memory." Cinching an arm around her waist, Hunter stretched out with her on the fur. Never before had she initiated lovemaking. His hand trembled as he skimmed his palm down her spine. Make a memory with me, Hunter. As he dipped his head to kiss her, he wondered why it was that those words had a ring of farewell. One more beautiful memory.

I would ask one thing of you, tah-mah. Ride beside me one last time into battle. It will be our final memory of each other, yes?" Once again Hunter remembered looking into that white man's blue eyes. The battles shall stretch before him with no horizon. When would it ever end? But his brother had made this request of him. "I will ride with you," Hunter whispered. "One last time.

Brushing her hands clean on her skirt, Loretta stared dismally at the fire. Light. Merciful heaven, why had she asked for a fire? He'd be able to see her, which somehow made the thought of undressing in front of him all the more horrid.

You will lie with me in my buffalo robes?

Loretta Jane, if you'd like to come back in, Henry said you could. All you gotta do is apologize." Loretta glanced toward the rise again. Hunter would come. "Thank you, Aunt Rachel, but no. I've made my choice. Besides, he'd only say more things about Hunter, and I'd be out here again before I knew it.

I swear it before God--I'll eat and I'll stay beside you, forever into the horizon." "You will not fight the great fight?" "No, I won't fight." He slipped an arm around her waist and drew her against him. "Ah, Blue Eyes, it is a good bargain this Comanche has made.

Where is the high place the Great Ones spoke of? Where is the canyon filled with blood? And how will I ever reach across so great a distance to take Loh-rhett-ah's hand?" "You must have faith. The high place will be there, as will the great canyon." Leaning forward, Warrior clasped his brother's shoulder. "Courage, tah-mah. Have courage.

Would you let go? It's indecent, you touching me like this." "In-dee-sent?" "Indecent. Shameful. Would you please let go? It is my foot, you know." "And you are my woman.