"Well, I guess this is it." "For this little bit time." She looked up. "Hunter, you mustn't--" He leaned toward her and crossed her lips with a finger. "You can read my trail, eh? You can walk in my footsteps and come to me. I will leave you signs." With a nod, Loretta slid off the horse and stretched the reins out to him. Instead of taking them, he dismounted and walked around his horse to stand with her. She tipped her head back, trying her best to smile. His song had nothing to do with her. Why couldn't he understand that? "Thank you for bringing me home. My heart will sing a song of friendship when I think of you, Hunter--for always into the horizon." He gestured toward the stallion. "You will take him. He is strong and swift. He will carry you back to Comanche land, eh?" "Oh, no! I couldn't. He's yours!" "He walks a new way now. You are his good friend." Tears sprang to her eyes. "I will never return to Comancheria, Hunter. Please, keep your horse." "You keep. He is my gift to you, Blue Eyes."