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| c622c51 | From the moment she had stepped out from her wooden walls, the path ahead of him had been clearly marked, but he had been too blind to see it. A woman and a Comanche, their pasts stained with tears and bloodshed, had little hope of coexisting happily with either race. To be as one, they had to walk alone, away from both their people. Where, that was the question. And Hunter had no answers. West, as the prophecy foretold? Into the great mo.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 9f2057f | Looking skyward, he searched for Loretta's Great One, the Almighty Father to whom she gave thanks for her food. At first he had been disgruntled by her prayers. Her God didn't bring her the food; her husband did. Loretta had explained that her God led Hunter's footsteps so his hunts were successful. Was her God up there in the sky, as she believed? Did he truly hear a man's whispers, his thoughts? Hunter could see his own gods, Mother Earth.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 8595c7b | Looking skyward, he searched for Loretta's Great One, the Almighty Father to whom she gave thanks for her food. At first he had been disgruntled by her prayers. Her God didn't bring her the food; her husband did. Loretta had explained that her God led Hunter's footsteps so his hunts were successful. Was her God up there in the sky, as she believed? Did he truly hear a man's whispers, his thoughts? Hunter could see his own gods, Mother Earth.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 033b428 | Smiling, he plucked a blade of grass and feathered it along her arm, reaching up under her loose sleeve. Next he directed his attention to her leg, tracing a circle around the top of her moccasin, grazing the curve of her calf, the back of her thigh beneath her skirt. Loretta's belly knotted, and delicious shivers coursed down her spine. She felt a blush creeping up her neck. He was deliberately calling to her mind the things he had done t.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 1dcc33d | What is this to do with spit?" "It's just a saying. When someone or something looks just like something else, it's called a spittin' image. I don't know why." "You do not know, but you say the words? The words from your mouth say who you are, Blue Eyes. I make a lie; I am an , storyteller. I speak hate; my heart burns with hate. The People do not make talk if they do not know the words. If it is spoken, it must be. A man is what he speaks... | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 5246149 | 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?" "It's just a saying. When someone or something looks just like something else, it's called a spittin' image. I don't know why." "You do not know, but you say the words? The words from your mouth say who you are, Blue Eyes. I make a lie; I am an , storyteller. I speak hate;.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 6e4de95 | You will learn the meaning of this spit image, no? And say it to me. When we meet again?" Loretta tightened her hand on the reins. "Yes, we meet again." He glanced over at her, his expression suddenly solemn. "We walk backward in our footsteps, eh? Maybe you will walk forward a new way when we reach your wooden walls. You could be a little bit happy as my woman, no?" | Catherine Anderson | ||
| ef1e488 | 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?" | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 6b5200d | We walk backward in our footsteps, eh? Maybe you will walk forward a new way when we reach your wooden walls. You could be a little bit happy as my woman, no?" Loretta fixed her eyes on the horizon ahead of them. They were only a day and a half's ride from her home. A day and a half from real clothes, a chance to wash her hair, to eat her own kind of food. Yes, he had been kind to her. As reluctant as she was to admit it, she'd even come to.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| e2bd8b9 | At noon the following day, the Comanches crested the rise above the Masters farm and drew in their horses, well out of firing range. Loretta clutched her horse's reins with such force that her knuckles ached. Hunter sat astride his stallion beside her, his knee brushing hers. Loretta couldn't look at him. Instead she stared at the little house she had thought never to see again. Nothing about it had changed. She wondered what Uncle Henry ha.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| eff1bd7 | 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 he.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 76bd7c0 | I'm here if you need an ear. You can count on me." With that, she left the loft. Loretta wrapped her arms around her knees and gazed out the window at the moonlit yard, remembering another night, a lifetime ago, when Hunter had sat astride his black stallion there, his arm lifted to her in a salute, his fisted hand holding her stolen bloomers. How could it be that a Comanche understood the song her heart sang and her own aunt did not?" | Catherine Anderson | ||
| ffb8de5 | Only a White Eyes would walk when she had a perfectly good horse to ride. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| f7383ae | He could only trust in the Great Ones that all would be well for her there. He feared her adoptive father might abuse her, but there was no way he could protect her when she wasn't at his side. His chest tightened. What if the song did not come to pass? What if the great circle of fate never brought her back to him? He clenched his hands into fists, struggling with himself not to go after her. His woman, yet not his woman. Did she know she .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| d1ca70b | Did she know she took with her a little bit of his heart? | Catherine Anderson | ||
| d3ddedd | Hunter made the time pass more quickly by teaching her things while they rode: how to find water by watching the birds and wild horses and by searching for certain types of grass that grew only near underground springs; how to track; and, most fascinating, how to read the signs left by Comanches to show which direction they had traveled. "Hunter, if you leave signs for other Comanche bands, why do white men have so much trouble finding you?.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| d57e95f | In my world, you wouldn't be smart, either." "That is good. The way is " "How so?" He nodded toward a scrawny mesquite tree that had sprung up in a cluster of rock. "He plants dead trees in the earth, and the trees fall over. That tree does not." Loretta's stallion did a restless sidestep. She shifted her weight and reined him back into line, stroking his neck as she squinted to see through the dust the other horses were stirring up arou.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 1da491f | Make a story for me, yes? About my Loh-rhett-ah when she was small like Blackbird." She stared at him, clearly unable to believe he meant it. He forced a yawn, and from the look that crossed her small face, he knew he hadn't been very convincing. "You're not sleepy," she accused. " , no," he admitted." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 3026e30 | Make a story for me, yes? About my Loh-rhett-ah when she was small like Blackbird." She stared at him, clearly unable to believe he meant it. He forced a yawn, and from the look that crossed her small face, he knew he hadn't been very convincing. "You're not sleepy," she accused. " , no," he admitted. "I make a lie, yes? To make you easy? My heart is laid upon the ground when you are afraid. Let us be glad, eh? Make me a story." "Hunter, I .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 100f27d | Make me a story." "Hunter, I don't have a stitch of clothes on," she squeaked. One of his dark eyebrows flicked upward. "You must have clothes to make stories?" | Catherine Anderson | ||
| e70d4de | 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. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| d664b84 | You make a smile inside me, that is why I want you. The way a man wants his wife." He ran a hand up her back, kneading her tense muscles. "You will trust this Comanche? As you did when you rode in a great circle back to me? This one last time, you will trust? No hurting after the virgin pain--and no shame. It is a promise I make for you, for always." Her breath came out in a rush. "Hunter, I'm afraid." "There is nothing to fear. You will tr.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| c39578e | The way things were going, if he was to become his woman's friend before he became her lover, they might never move on to the second stage of their relationship. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| f0b6e39 | You will wear it? For always? And remember Hunter of the Wolf? It is a promise you make?" "I will wear it." Her fingers curled around the medallion. "I have nothing to give you." His eyes clouded with warmth. "Your ruffles." She pursed her lips. "I'm them. If you want them, you'll have to come back and steal them." His gaze ran the length of her. "Maybe so. You will make them nice like flowers, yes?" | Catherine Anderson | ||
| ed696cb | Warrior, she's going under!" Warrior snatched a handful of the child's dripping hair and pulled her up for air. Giving his head a shake, he moved toward shore. "I don't know. Maybe she's too young. Maiden insists she isn't, but I don't recall the other two being this hard to teach." "I taught Turtle, and Maiden taught Blackbird," Hunter reminded him." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 9e100f0 | I'm leaving on a journey." "Ah, yes, a journey. Where are you going?" Hunter ignored the question. It was one thing to surrender to his woman, but quite another to admit it to his brother." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| f517d88 | I think it's plumb loco, that's what!" The paddle thunked rhythmically against the sides of the tub, making such a din that it nearly drowned Amy out. "If you marry up with that old man, you'll be suppin' sorrow with a long spoon, mark my words." "Tom's not so bad," Loretta murmured. "Not so bad? He reeks! I guess maybe he's nice enough. But, Loretta, he's old enough to be your gramps! Even if his heart's in the right place, how could he ra.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 53fb615 | Warrior beckoned to her. "Loh-rhett-ah, you come, eh?" Loretta glanced uneasily at Red Buffalo. To her surprise, he moved closer to Maiden of the Tall Grass to make room for her. Blackbird dashed across the room and seized Loretta's hand. " " she cried. Loretta rose and let the child lead her to the circle. She shot a glance at Red Buffalo. He caught the look and smiled. She had the uneasy feeling he did so only for the benefit of Warrior a.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 6d0837d | I'm frightened," she said shakily. "I am frightened beside you," he murmured. "You? But why are you--" "Because you are sunshine. Because you make a glad song inside me. I have great fear that you will go away from me." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 9c80e4c | I'm frightened," she said shakily. "I am frightened beside you," he murmured. "You? But why are you--" "Because you are sunshine. Because you make a glad song inside me. I have great fear that you will go away from me." He drew the blouse over her head and tossed it aside. Smiling, he smoothed her hair, then lifted its heavy length to resettle it around her white shoulders so it covered her breasts. Skimming his palms down her slender arms,.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 27235e9 | When she finally grew still, a taut silence settled over them. From the corner of his eye he could see her worrying her lip, her small white teeth sinking into the soft pink flesh. Remembering how those lips felt beneath his, another surge of longing knotted his guts, making him recall the plans he had made for the evening--plans that were now drifting away on the wind. He wanted her, yes, but not if it meant forcing her. "I suppose that..... | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 1d41e8a | Edmund White," I said. "Joyce Carol Oates." | Sam Lansky | ||
| f3620eb | Marx had famously denounced religion as the opiate of the people, now it was Fame that was the opiate of the people; | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 685b10d | 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, Have courage." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| da2f4c2 | You are my woman. You will sure enough marry no other." "Well, if you think I'm going to marry , you have another think coming! Never, do you hear me?" With that, she wrapped her arms around herself and glared at him. Hunter sighed and flopped onto his back, staring upward sightlessly. Minutes passed. When at last he felt her curl up at the foot of the bed, as far away from him as possible, a knowing smile touched his lips. No woman could .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| a2d263e | Make me a story." "Hunter, I don't have a stitch of clothes on," she squeaked. One of his dark eyebrows flicked upward. "You must have clothes to make stories?" "No. I guess I...well, it might help me think." He sighed and rolled onto his back, carrying her along with him in the curve of his arm. Pressing her head onto his shoulder, he made a valiant attempt to ignore the feeling of her silken flesh against his and said, "This Comanche wear.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 7078495 | How you!" she cried. "Of all the-- You arrogant, simple-- Oh, never mind! Just you understand ! Amongst people, a man has wife, one, and he looks at no other, thinks of no other, no other, until death do they part. I wouldn't marry you if you got on your knees and me!" Hunter sat up slowly, feeling a little dazed by her fury and wondering what had sparked it. Would he never understand her? She leaned toward him, her blue eyes f.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| e8ab41c | Did I test your patience, my father?" Many Horses seemed to ponder that question a moment. "I found myself short on patience the time you shot me in the thigh with your first bow and arrow. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't been standing you." Hunter laughed softly. "You weren't when I let fly with the arrow. If I remember, I turned around to ask you a question." "Which I never did answer. I always thanked the Great Ones that you w.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| e20e508 | In the morning Hunter awoke to find his blue-eyes curled up against his side, only the tip of her nose and a tangle of gold hair showing above the edge of the buffalo robe. She had one hand wedged under his backside, the other insinuated between his thighs. He was tempted to wake her, just to see the look on her face when she realized how intimately she was touching him. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 63c0b87 | Speaking of pits in plum pudding, do you remember your sister's first attempt? Your grandfather broke off his only remaining tooth trying to eat it." "And swallowed tooth, pit and all, so he wouldn't embarrass her in front of Gray Horse, who had come to court her." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 7b3fd50 | The next instant she glimpsed a black horse cutting through the crowd, and a familiar, deep voice said, "Blue Eyes?" Hunter's breath caught when Loretta turned at the sound of his voice. For an instant he forgot about the child cradled against his chest, his entire being focused on the beautiful woman who stood, surrounded by hostile squaws, in a cloud of settling dust. Her eyes shone like the brilliant blue at the base of a flame, dark las.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 8550897 | Did I test your patience, my father?" Many Horses seemed to ponder that question a moment. "I found myself short on patience the time you shot me in the thigh with your first bow and arrow. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't been standing you." Hunter laughed softly. "You weren't when I let fly with the arrow. If I remember, I turned around to ask you a question." "Which I never did answer. I always thanked the Great Ones that you w.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| f8179cd | Swift Antelope caught Hunter's arm before he could go inside his mother's lodge. "Hunter, about the little yellow-hair." "Yes, what about her?" Swift Antelope glanced uneasily at Bright Star, then plunged ahead. "I would like to make arrangements with you--to take her as my wife. Not right away, of course. When she grows old enough." The young warrior straightened his shoulders. "I will pay a fine bride price, fifty horses and ten blankets... | Catherine Anderson | ||
| db1ae6d | Hunter's already low spirits plummeted. It was a sad state of affairs when an untried boy had more luck with women than a grown man. | Catherine Anderson |