Quotes About Courage

Please," Tom whispered. "There's other gals you can steal. Don't take this one. Let her go home to her family." Breaking off, he licked his lips. "She ain't done you no harm." After a long while, Hunter returned his attention to the fire. "This Comanche does not sell his women. Not even for rifles. She goes with me." "Why this girl?" Hunter tossed a sliver of wood onto the flames. "Another will not do.

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.

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.

How is your woman taking this?" Warrior asked. "Her heart is on the ground." Warrior sighed. "This is bad, Hunter, very bad. Her mother? Her father? She will never forgive this." Hunter increased his pace, growing more concerned by the second that he had left Loretta alone. "She has no choice. We have said words, yes? She is my woman." "But Red Buffalo killed her parents!" "She is still my woman.

You will lie beside me. This night and for always. You cannot run. If you do, death will ride beside you, wherever you go.

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!

Make a picture for me, yes? So I can see what you fear." "What good will that do?" "Fear is a strong enemy. I would stand beside you.

Loretta Jane, we ain't fixin' to steal their horses, are we?" "You wanna walk?" "Hunter's gonna flay us alive.

Still trailing Amy, Loretta spotted Hunter the moment his horse drew out in front of the others. Heaving for air, she stumbled to a stop and glanced over her shoulder. Hunter, broad back to the wagons, sat tall on his stallion, waving his rifle above his head. As if in a dream, she whirled. The sight of Hunter making a target of himself would be painted in full color across the canvas of her mind for the rest of her life.

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

As quickly as they had advanced, the Comanches retreated. Loretta, buffeted by the wind, stood alone on the flats until they rode from sight. When she could no longer hear the tattoo of their horses' hooves, she held up her hands and stared at the smears of crimson that stained her skin. Hunter's blood. The ultimate sacrifice. And he had made it without a second's hesitation, out of love for her. The pain that knowledge caused her ran too deep for tears.

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Where are we going?" she asked. "You will see." She cast an uneasy glance at the knife on his belt. Then her eyes trailed up his muscular torso to his face. The breeze caught his hair, pulling it back so she had an unimpeded view of his features. She had grown so accustomed to the slash on his cheek, she scarcely noticed it now. Instead she saw the proud lift of his squared chin, the high line of his cheekbones, the chiseled profile of his nose and forehead.

We must go west. Alone, Blue Eyes, leaving all that we are behind. All those we love, your people, my people." Loretta caught his face between her hands, shaking with the intensity of her emotions. "Hunter, you are my people. I'll follow you anywhere.

Hunter would never have told her to come to him if he hadn't believed she could find him. Between her and Friend, they would make it. Loretta mounted up, no longer feeling so horribly alone. As crazy as it was, she felt as if Hunter rode beside her.

Who was the bravest: the one who sacrificed his life, or the one who stayed behind to do the mourning? And taking it a step further, who was the strongest?

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?

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.

No brave he knew had a woman such as this.

I can handle her until she gets used to me." "She's a fighter." "And I am twice her size." Hunter almost wished he could go on this walk. It might prove interesting. Little did Swift Antelope know how useless strength could be when tussling with a frightened female.

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.

No more fear, eh? If I grow angry, I will bring you my mother's spoon." She sniffed and laughed. "A lot of good a spoon would be.

She could face anything with him holding her, she thought. Anything…even her nightmares.

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