Quotes About Yellow-hair

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.

What do your feathers say?" "They have my mark. And tell a little bit my life song." His full lower lip quirked in a grin. "My marks say I am a fine fellow--a good lover, a good hunter, with a mighty arm to shield a little yellow-hair." She hugged her knees and grinned back at him. "I bet your marks say you're a fierce warrior, and yellow-hairs should beware.

Swift Antelope, I don't think she even likes you." "Your yellow-hair doesn't like you too well, either." He had a point.