Quotes About Comanche

When I was at Washington the Great White Father told me that all the Comanche land was ours, and that no one should hinder us in living upon it. So, why do you ask us to leave the rivers, and the sun, and the wind, and lie in houses? Do not ask us to give up the buffalo for the sheep. The young men have heard talk of this, and it has made them sad and angry. Do not speak of it more…' - Parra-Wa-Samen (Ten Bears) of the Yamparika Comanches

Shortly after this incident, Cody was ordered to ride from Lamed to Fort Hays, a distance of sixty-five miles, to advise General Sheridan that the Kiowa and Comanche were on the warpath. In his memoir, Sheridan wrote: "This intelligence required that certain orders should be carried to Fort Dodge, ninety-five miles south of Hays. This too being a particularly dangerous route-several couriers having been killed on it-it was impossible to get one of the various `Fetes,' `Jacks,

Your Comanche don't hunger much after señoritas. White women are easier to steal, and don't eat as much besides. The Kiowa are different. They fancy señoritas.

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

Most of these guerrilla actions take place during daylight, but during the blinding full moon of October, when the night sky is bright, Indian raids take on a brand-new form of terror. This "Comanche Moon" period means attacks can come at any time. Wherever the Comanche raid

Most of these guerrilla actions take place during daylight, but during the blinding full moon of October, when the night sky is bright, Indian raids take on a brand-new form of terror. This "Comanche Moon" period means attacks can come at any time. Wherever the Comanche raid, whether by night or day, a trail of violence follows. Vengeance-seeking warriors mutilate and murder most of the men, gang-rape the women, and slaughter the infants, if only because babies

In a battle which might interest scholars of modern urban warfare, the Conduit Street Comanche whipped the tar out of an irregular band of crybaby destitutes who pledged allegiance to the Watson's departed mucker-wallah.

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.

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.

Then this Comanche will wait. Until the Great Ones lead you in a great circle back to him.

I am Comanche, yes? A mo-cho-rook , cruel one. This is what you run from? A heathen. A man who will beat you? Or maybe throw you to his friends? That would be good, eh? If I could find a man so stupid he would take you!

This Comanche cannot change his face. She touched the scar that slashed his cheek, the lifeless lips that had so frequently whispered comfort to her. If her face was carved on his heart, his was carved on her soul.

What does the paint say?" she asked. "That this Comanche rides for war.

Blue Eyes, you will drink?" Loretta waved him away. A long silence settled over them. Then Hunter grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. " Habbe we-ich-ket , seeking death, it is not wisdom." He wedged the canteen between his knees and caught her hand, placing it on his muscular upper arm. " Ein mah-heepicut , it is yours. No harm will come to you walking in my footsteps. You will trust this Comanche, eh? It is a promise I make for you.

We will meet again. I will come to you like the wind, from nowhere. Remember the face of this Comanche. I am your destiny.

A Comanche moon. Good light to kill by.

Hunter, if you leave signs for other Comanche bands, why do white men have so much trouble finding you?" "They are not smart." Loretta laughed softly. "I think I've been insulted. You think I'm stupid?" He threw her a look that made her laugh again. "A little bit smart. Because I teach you." "Ah, so I'm ignorant, not stupid? I suppose I can accept that.

Hunter, if you leave signs for other Comanche bands, why do white men have so much trouble finding you?" "They are not smart.

It will be well. My people will accept. You are one with them now, the wife of a warrior. In time, you will want to be beside me. Your fear will leave. You will see. Until then, this Comanche will wait, eh?

You belong to this Comanche.

He was a Comanche, first, last, and always. Yet she had come to him.

She is the woman. Already, part of the prophecy has come to pass, eh? Her voice has been returned to her." "And she has stolen your Comanche heart, has she not?" "She has great courage for one so small, but my heart is my own. As it will always be.

His gentleness and concern touched her. "It isn't that bad, truly. If you want to--" Heat flooded her cheeks as the impropriety of what she had nearly said struck her. His mouth quirked in a knowing grin. "This Comanche has much want, but I will wait.

We still name our military helicopter gunships after victims of genocide. Nobody bats an eyelash about that: Blackhawk. Apache. And Comanche. If the Luftwaffe named its military helicopters Jew and Gypsy, I suppose people would notice.