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| 4809552 | The nights tormented Hunter the most. He wanted Loretta beside him with an intensity that made him ache, not only to slake his desires, but simply to hold her. For him it was a sweet pleasure to be close to her--a sentiment she clearly didn't share. She went to amazing lengths to avoid sleeping with him, afraid, he was sure, that sleeping wasn't what he had in mind. Each evening she puttered endlessly in the lodge, inventing needless chores.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 556264d | Amy caught his arm. "Will you make that boy go away?" Hunter pried her fingers loose and rose. "Swift Antelope is my loyal friend. It is good that he stands outside. No harm." Turning to his mother, Hunter slipped easily into his own language, plying her with questions. His mother informed him that although Amy was weak, with proper nourishment and plenty of rest, she would soon recover. The internal bleeding had completely stopped. The cut.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| a1b8357 | She splayed her fingers on his chest, shoving with the heels of her hands to lever herself away from him. Hunter tensed his arm at her waist to hold her. He wondered if she was aware of his hardness. Then he felt her heartbeat accelerate and had his answer. He bit back a tender smile. If only she knew how easily he could see her thoughts, like pebbles at the bottom of a clear pool. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| bbe37bd | Before she thought it through, she rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his in what she intended to be a quick kiss of farewell. Hunter had heard of this strange custom called kissing. The thought of two people pressing their open mouths together had always disgusted him. Loretta was a different matter, however. Before she could pull away, he captured her face between his hands and tipped her head back to nibble lightly at her.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 9c826c1 | Come to think of it, Warrior was even more dangerous with his first rifle. Remember the time he accidentally fired through my lodge and shot a hole in your mother's cooking pot? She was boiling rabbit. The water hit the fire and filled the place with so much smoke, I nearly choked to death before I got everyone outside to safety." Hunter threw back his head and roared with laughter. "I remember you pulling that rabbit out of the pot and tel.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 18ded32 | Look into my eyes. Do you see a new morning with new beginnings?" He searched her gaze, and then, in a husky voice that reached way down inside her, he whispered, "Yes." He drew out the word until it seemed to echo and reecho in her mind. It was then that Loretta knew. He had fallen in love with her. She stared up at his dark face, so close to her own that they breathed the same air, and her heart broke a little, for him, and for herself. S.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| bad0f15 | You have stolen my heart. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 9d9caf5 | I'd rather be truth-telling and I hope always to be without hypocrisy. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 7fb8521 | Why would he think steal you away? I'm the one victimized, the one who left her family." "This saddens your heart?" "Of course!" "You must not be sad. This Comanche will bring your family to you many times." "Here? No, Hunter, they will never come here to see me." "Then I will take you to their wooden walls. I want no sadness in your heart." He felt some of the rigidity leave her and knew he had said the right words. "Oh, Hunter. I to b.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 082304d | Why would you bother lying?" Her eyes darkened. "What would you gain?" "Your ruffles?" He watched her face and knew the moment when she realized he was teasing her. "You said I could steal them, yes?" "As I recall, we decided you should take them when I wasn't them." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| fce3da9 | Loretta couldn't concentrate on the game long enough to figure out its rules. She had eyes only for Red Buffalo. He had joined Warrior's family for the evening and was displaying a jovial, gentle side that Loretta could not believe. Pony Girl, Warrior's two-year-old orphaned niece, climbed all over Red Buffalo, using his braids for handholds, squeezing his neck from behind until his face turned red, tickling him when he ignored her to conce.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| a137de2 | You will lie beside me." "But what about Amy?" "Your Aye-mee is with my mother, yes? The woman who is mean like a buffalo. She is safe. You will be easy about her until the sun shows its face." His voice turned husky. " , come." "I--I'd really like to check on her. She fainted, Hunter. I want to know she's okay. I won't rest until I know that." "If she were not, my mother would come. My mother has good medicine, yes? And she is very kind. Y.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 15f1176 | He stretched out an arm and watched the myriad emotions that crossed her face as she contemplated the spot beside him. She had slept beside him before, many times, but tonight was different. There was nothing to stop him from taking what he wanted. She had even bargained away her right to fight him. What she didn't seem to realize was that there had never been anything to stop him. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| d09496a | When at last she scooted over to him, Hunter experienced a feeling like none he had ever felt. It went beyond satisfaction, beyond contentment. Having her fair head on his shoulder felt perfectly right, as if the Great Ones had hollowed the spot for her long ago, and he had been waiting all his life for her to fill it. He curled his arm around her, his hand on her back. "It is good, eh?" She placed a palm lightly on his chest. In a dubious .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| afe26e9 | Heed Your Speed. Are you a fast or a slow talker? Be mindful towards the person with whom you are speaking to ensure that your message is being comprehended, understood, and absorbed. If they are listening at a slower rate than you are speaking, disconnect can occur. | communication-skills customer-service-quotes employee-engagement motivational-leadership-speaker motivational-speaker-susan-young positive-first-impression-quotes quotes-by-susan-c-young relationship-quotes susanspeaks-com | Susan C. Young | |
| afb6013 | All my children would be--" Hunter rolled his eyes. "Can you see me, surrounded by White Eyes?" "Ah, that is the trouble. She is a White Eyes." Many Horses nodded and, in a teasing voice, said, "I don't blame you there. No man could be proud of a son with white blood. He'd be weak and cowardly, a shame to any who claimed him." Hunter froze and glanced up. The white blood in his own veins was an unspoken truth between him and his father. Nev.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 49f3202 | On the eighth day of Hunter's absence, along toward dusk, Loretta heard a distant yodeling sound and glanced up from Maiden's cooking fire to see men riding in. It wasn't difficult to spot Hunter, several horse lengths ahead of the others, leading what looked like a mule carrying a priest. Loretta rose on her tiptoe, frowning. Surely she couldn't be seeing what she she was seeing. What priest in his right mind would visit a Comanche villa.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 0917ee7 | I have brought you a Black Robe," he said tersely, and nodded toward the waiting priest. "He will pray your God words over us, yes?" With that, Hunter grasped her firmly by the arm and drew her toward the central fire, never breaking stride despite Loretta's attempts to slow him down. "I won't marry you!" she cried frantically. He threw her a look charged with martial arrogance. "You will be my wife, little one. My way or yours, in the end,.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| d34ee72 | I don't understand her. I treat her kindly, yet she still shakes with fear at the thought of being one with me. I try to make her happy and make her angry instead." Many Horses lifted an eyebrow. "Fear is not like a layer of dust on a tree leaf that washes away in a gentle rain. Give her time. Be her good friend, first--then become her lover. As for making a woman happy, you succeed sometimes, you fail sometimes. That is the way of it." Hun.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| c92f565 | Align your voice value with the tone, pace, and pitch of your listeners will help you connect on all levels. | communication-skills customer-service-quotes employee-engagement motivational-leadership-speaker motivational-speaker-susan-young positive-first-impression-quotes quotes-by-susan-c-young relationship-quotes susanspeaks-com | Susan C. Young | |
| 5d20645 | You must also remember the yellow-hair may give you many more children than a Comanche woman. Take care or you could father more children than you can feed. I've never seen a white woman yet who wasn't a good breeder." A slow grin spread across Hunter's mouth. "You will tell her this, yes? So far she isn't showing the proper enthusiasm." "She'll come around. Give her time. Be patient. The rewards will be worth the wait." Hunter tossed aside.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 7bdd961 | You must also remember the yellow-hair may give you many more children than a Comanche woman. Take care or you could father more children than you can feed. I've never seen a white woman yet who wasn't a good breeder." A slow grin spread across Hunter's mouth. "You will tell her this, yes? So far she isn't showing the proper enthusiasm." "She'll come around. Give her time. Be patient. The rewards will be worth the wait." Hunter tossed aside.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 77463a1 | It is time I watched my grandson learn to shoot. I and my friends are placing bets. I have two horses that say he will shoot Warrior in the thigh. Old Man thinks it will be in the rump. Want to wager?" Hunter's smile turned wry. "I don't think so. If I recall, I told Warrior that would teach Turtle how to shoot." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 7417788 | Loretta's gaze shifted to the child he held. Running forward with upraised arms, she cried, "Amy! Oh, Amy! He found you! Thanks be to God!" Hunter wasn't sure exactly what he had been expecting from Loretta when he delivered the child to her. Gratitude, surely. He had ridden nonstop for twelve days. And now she ignored him as if he weren't there? Her had not fought the bloody battle with Santos; Hunter had. Hunter knew it was bad of him, .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 8c50dc1 | Hunter!" She tried to shove the leather down. "Someone might come!" "No one comes." Fascinated, he touched the rosy tip of her nipple with his dark fingers, watching it harden and thrust upward, begging for attention--attention he was more than willing to give it. Dipping his head, he flicked the tip of his tongue across the peak, then seized it with his teeth. She gasped and made fists in his hair. "Hunter?" "Hm?" He moved to the unkissed.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 8c7d7e9 | Loretta opened her eyes and gazed up at her Comanche husband through a haze of longing. By degrees her pulse slowed, and her senses cleared. A tender smile curved his mouth. "My heart is heavy to say these words, Blue Eyes, but someone may come. My woman who is without shame must wait, eh?" She groped to jerk her blouse down. Hunter reared back to let her sit up, his eyes twinkling with mischief. She straightened her clothes, keeping her pi.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| acb9612 | The first step in learning to love others is the attempt to understand them. | Adrienne von Speyr | ||
| 7c6e8e2 | Do you deny that your song says your yellow-hair must come to you? You took me home and taught me how to walk back to you in your footsteps!" Her voice rose, turning shrill. "You gave me a fine horse to ride! Do you deny that?" Confusion welled inside him. "You are angry because I teach you and give you gifts?" At last she wrenched her head around, her tear-filled eyes sparkling with contempt. "Like your medallion? 'Wear it for always,' you.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| fa001d1 | Blue Eyes, if you do not know the way, we must do it the Comanche way." "Well...yes, I suppose. It's just that I--Hunter?" He bent his dark head and trailed his lips to her other breast, nibbling and nudging her rigidly cupped fingers. "H-Hunter?" "Be easy," he whispered. "It is well." He dipped his tongue between her knuckles, searching for the sensitive, throbbing nubbin that she guarded so protectively. When his plunging tongue grazed .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| c16a1d1 | Claiming her lips with his to muffle her protests, he reveled in the sweet taste of her breath, in the way she parted her thighs for him even though she was frightened. He trailed his mouth to her ear, whispering to keep her calm. A pounding began in his temples. He lost track of what he said, whether he spoke in English or Comanche. She seemed to be soothed by either, responding, not to the words, but to his tone. An aching tenderness well.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 1f0e1e7 | Knowing what he wanted, he went after it with single-minded intensity, until a hoarse moan ripped from her and she arched toward him, her body jerking with every pass of his tongue. His, at last. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 0070619 | His, at last. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 1620fdf | Blue Eyes, you will say yes to me?" "Tonight? Now?" "Yes, tonight. Before this time between us passes." When she sat, silent, watching, Hunter lifted her of his lap and rose, drawing her up beside him. She studied his every move, poised as if for flight. Hunter's hands shook as he unfastened her braids and ran his fingers through the intertwined strands of gold, combing them into a shimmering cloud about her shoulders. Then he framed her fa.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| c47c231 | My song says I will one day leave my people. I am Comanche. Without them, I will be as nothing, Blue Eyes." Loretta stared sightlessly into the shifting shadows, watching the play of firelight. "It's only a legend, Hunter. A silly legend. Hatred going away on the wind? High places and great canyons of blood! New tomorrows and new nations?" She turned her face toward him. "Look into my eyes. Do you see a new morning with new beginnings?" He .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 6f702d5 | In one liquid movement he rose on an elbow above her, his broad chest a canopy of bronze, his shoulders eclipsing the light so only her face was illuminated. "You have stolen my heart." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| f91bce8 | You will be my wife, little one. My way or yours, in the end, it will be so." Hunter drew to a stop before the priest. Loretta focused on the poor man, who was trembling so badly that he was about to drop his Bible. At the moment she was too preoccupied with her own plight to concern herself with his. "Father," she cried in the most reasonable, calm tone she could muster, "would you please explain to this heathen that a marriage cannot take.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 01e9653 | Hunter knew he should go directly to the central fire. It was the custom for warriors to give a public recounting after making a trip. His friends would be waiting, anxious to tell of their exploits and brag of their courage in front of their women. Tonight they would reap the rewards for their bravery in loving arms. The more exciting their feats, the better the loving. Yes, they would be anxious to get the talking done, to give their wome.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| a4fff9e | Staring down at Hunter, she noticed things about him that she hadn't before. Or perhaps it was that she now saw him in a new light. The broad span of his shoulders, knotted with muscle, hunched protectively around Amy, no longer seemed threatening. His large hands, capable of brutal strength, touched Amy with incredible gentleness. Even his voice seemed altered, low and silken, his whispers transcending the language barrier, a blend of Engl.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| fca5745 | Loretta Jane, if you'd like to come back in, Henry said you could. All you gotta do is apologize." Loretta glanced toward the rise again. Hunter would come. "Thank you, Aunt Rachel, but no. I've made my choice. Besides, he'd only say more things about Hunter, and I'd be out here again before I knew it." -- | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 8b83b98 | You think this Hunter of yours'll like me?" Loretta set her trencher aside and gave her aunt a hard hug. "Oh, Aunt Rachel, I love you. It makes me so glad to have your blessing." Suddenly Rachel stiffened. "Speak of the devil, there he comes." Joy surged through Loretta. She leaped to her feet and ran toward the gate. Up on the rise she could see horses and riders outlined against the darkening sky. The Comanches reined in, forming a sparse.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 9124b94 | Hunter rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He loved the feel of her slender length pressed against him. Running his hands into her hair, he held her face inches above his own so he could search her eyes. It pleased him to see compassion and pity shining there. She was as golden within as she was without. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| f46be6c | You're plumb addled, stealin' off like this from a Comanche husband. Don't you got an inklin' of what he'll do when he catches you?" "Beat me senseless, I reckon, which is why I'm not planning to get caught." "He'll beat you all right, in front of the whole village. Your leavin' is a dishonor to him. Why, he's liable to be so mad he'll hack your nose off! It ain't like he's white folk, Loretta Jane. You don't go leavin' a Comanche! Hunter'l.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| faa3a7e | Hunter rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He loved the feel of her slender length pressed against him. Running his hands into her hair, he held her face inches above his own so he could search her eyes. It pleased him to see compassion and pity shining there. She was as golden within as she was without. After all Red Buffalo had done to her, Hunter was surprised she could still feel sorry for him. "I am Red Buffalo's good friend fro.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 4b5143b | Loretta Jane, we ain't fixin' to steal their horses, are we?" "You wanna walk?" "Hunter's gonna flay us alive." | Catherine Anderson |