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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c4adbef | Something impressive for a boy, Ma." Amy pursed her lips. "You know--like Mighty Fighter. Or Wise King. You gotta remember how Hunter thinks. They give boys grand names." "Swift Antelope, for example?" Loretta grinned. "Makes him sound like he oughta have a tail to wag, don't it?" Amy dimpled her cheek. "Of course, he hates the name Amy, so we're even. He says it sounds like a sheep baaing." "The way he says it, it sound like a sheep baai.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| db70724 | Someone must preserve the ways of the People," Warrior rasped, "someone who will sing our songs and teach our ways. Unless you do that, all that we are will be lost. You must go get your woman and take her far away into the west lands where this war does not reach." Warrior's voice shook with emotion. "To a new place, Hunter. You know the words of the song." "Warrior, you make it sound so simple. You saw what happened near her home today. .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 5f6ba2b | Your own name isn't half-bad. Bet you don't know what Loretta means." Rachel folded the dough over, then glanced up with a teasing grin. "Your momma and me picked it, mainly for the meaning." "It's a variation of Laura, isn't it? Laurel wreath or something?" "That's the common meaning. But in your ma's name book, there was another." "Well? Give over." Loretta waited, watching her aunt. "What's it mean? Flat-chested and scrawny?" Rachel thre.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 1b0355e | Still numb with shock, she stared off into the distance, remembering the night Hunter had recited his song to her. She studied the rise, truly believing, for the first time, that she and Hunter were destined to be together. She tried to remember all the words to his song. They came to her in snatches. A silly legend, she had once called it. Now she knew better. Too much of it had already come to pass for her to scoff. A canyon of blood.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| c9c4658 | 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 | ||
| a111380 | You have stolen my heart." "No," she whispered rawly. "Don't say that, don't even think it. Can't you understand? I'll never love you back, Hunter." Her pulse started to slam. "I'm terrified of--" He crossed her lips with a gentle finger, his eyes clouding with warmth. "Of lying with me? I am not blind, Blue Eyes. Your heart is laid upon the ground with memories. That will pass. You will come to me. You will want my hand upon you. It will b.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 3178e57 | 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." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| eeca2e0 | Now you will show this Comanche how good you play number one fiddle, yes?" "I--" Loretta's mouth went as dry as dust as she tripped along beside him, her arm vised in his grip. "Surely you don't mean right " Her startled gaze focused on the lodge door. "It's not even dark yet. People are still awake. You haven't eaten. There's no fire built. We can't just--" He lifted the door flap and drew her into the dark lodge. "Blue Eyes, I have no hu.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| af0a486 | He clamped a hand behind her head and drew her against his chest, burying his face in the hollow of her shoulder. "It is not the way of a Comanche to beat his woman," he rasped. "Just as it is not his way to let her go away from him." She turned her face to touch her lips to his neck. "Make a memory with me, Hunter," she whispered huskily. "One more beautiful memory." Cinching an arm around her waist, Hunter stretched out with her on the fu.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 608f8df | I will go wherever the Great Ones lead me," Hunter whispered. "You know I will. It's just that I can't see the path they want me to follow. There is no one to lead me." "The path will be there. When you turn your face westward you will , deep within, where to place your feet." Warrior's voice rang with certainty." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 1caf95c | She turned her face to touch her lips to his neck. "Make a memory with me, Hunter," she whispered huskily. "One more beautiful memory." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| b251696 | The soul is always wiser than the mind, even though we are dependent on the mind to read the soul for us. | soul wisdom wise | John O'Donohue | |
| 73a32fd | Buffalo chips!" Amy grumbled. "Fine way to spend the mornin', gatherin' pooh for fires. Why us?" "Because we aren't so old we get crinks in our backs or so young we'll get lost." Loretta bent over, picked up a dried pie, and stowed it in her gunnysack. Since their ordeal at the Bartletts' last night, Amy hadn't once smiled. Loretta couldn't help being concerned. "You never complained in Hunter's village." "That was different. You to do th.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 239f74a | Well, with Hunter as the father, I have to think of names he'd approve of." "You call that child Running Water and I'll disown you." Loretta giggled. "I don't know. After hemming all those diapers, maybe Running Water wouldn't be so far off mark." | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 4b96412 | How about naming a boy after his papa and his uncle Warrior?" Rachel asked. "Chase Kelly. Chase means hunter, Kelly means warrior." Loretta lowered her sewing to her lap, her gaze dreamy. "Chase Kelly--Chase Kelly. It has a nice ring, doesn't it?" "Be nicer with a proper surname," Rachel commented. "Wolf!" Amy cried. "That's as close to a last name for Hunter as you'll get." "Chase Kelly Wolf." Loretta rolled the name off her tongue a few t.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| dbc8fbc | Christian hope is a vessel in which faith lives; love carries it. | Adrienne von Speyr | ||
| 1027860 | For a girl, how about Nicole? It means a girl who's victorious for her people." "Oh, I like that," Loretta whispered. "Hunter would that." Rachel smiled. "Nicole Wolf. If she has her daddy's eyes, Indigo would go perfect with it. Nicole Indigo Wolf." "Doesn't sound right," Amy argued. "Indigo Nicole Wolf! That, I like." "Indigo Nicole." Tears burned behind Loretta's eyelids. A girl victorious for her people. "Yes, that's beautiful, for bo.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| b27c7f5 | Your own name isn't half-bad. Bet you don't know what Loretta means." Rachel folded the dough over, then glanced up with a teasing grin. "Your momma and me picked it, mainly for the meaning." "It's a variation of Laura, isn't it? Laurel wreath or something?" "That's the common meaning. But in your ma's name book, there was another." "Well? Give over." Loretta waited, watching her aunt. "What's it mean? Flat-chested and scrawny?" Rachel thre.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 4f87525 | A Good light to kill by. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 033eebd | Do you sleep?" Warrior asked. Hunter jerked and peered at his brother through the silvery gloom. "No, , I do not sleep." Warrior spread his buffalo robe and sat down, bracing his arms on his bent knees. Contemplating the darkness, he said, "You are no longer one with us." Something hard and cold turned over in Hunter's stomach. Was his turmoil so apparent? "I love the People, Warrior." "I know that. But you are no longer one with us." Warr.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 7432faf | She and Hunter were enemies; that she understood. He hated her. She understood that even better. But deadly enemy or not, hated or not, Loretta never would have laughed at him if their roles had been reversed. She might have obliged him and slit his throat, dad-blame him, but she wouldn't have laughed. She hated him more than she had ever hated anyone--so much that during the course of the afternoon, she had imagined murdering him in a doz.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| fab7e3f | I have great love for you, If you leave me, my heart will be laid upon the ground. But it is time that you fulfill the last part of the prophecy." Hunter's mouth went dry. He fixed his attention on the stars. "Someone must preserve the ways of the People," Warrior rasped, "someone who will sing our songs and teach our ways. Unless you do that, all that we are will be lost. You must go get your woman and take her far away into the west la.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| dc92478 | The hate has gone from you to a faraway place you cannot find, as it was spoken in the prophecy. That's why it is time for you to walk your own way. You must fight the last great fight for the People, yes? And you must fight it alone. I have to stay here. For our mother, my children. You're our hope, our only hope." "You call it hope? I call it running away." "No! When we run, we find someplace familiar and safe. Winter will be upon us soon.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| d3eac26 | The wise ones called council. We cannot remain passive. The whites must be driven out. Now is the right time, while they are at war amongst themselves. Their soldiers are away. They're defenseless. The People must strike." Red Buffalo's sobbing quieted. "But Hunter, that is exactly what you feared might happen. What about survival through peace?" "It's too late for that." A heavy ache centered itself in Hunter's chest. "I am a dreamer, Red .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| d226bb4 | The wise ones called council. We cannot remain passive. The whites must be driven out. Now is the right time, while they are at war amongst themselves. Their soldiers are away. They're defenseless. The People must strike." Red Buffalo's sobbing quieted. "But Hunter, that is exactly what you feared might happen. What about survival through peace?" "It's too late for that." A heavy ache centered itself in Hunter's chest. "I am a dreamer, Red .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| f031946 | You aren't going to get her? She's your wife. Her place is beside you." "A man cannot own a woman, cousin. He can only..." Hunter's words trailed off. A picture of Loretta's face flashed in his mind. "He can only love her." -- | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 1c8a3a1 | I need your strong arm. Can you set your hate for her aside and ride beside me?" Red Buffalo wiped his cheeks dry with the heels of his hands. "You want beside you? After all I've done?" Hunter clamped a hand around his cousin's arm. "I'm afraid to go without you. Her life depends on us." Red Buffalo straightened his shoulders. "Then I am with you." Hunter nodded. "Once again my brother, yes?" Red Buffalo pushed to his feet. "Yes--your br.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| bca773e | Hunter's name drifted to him on the wind, the call barely discernible yet shrill, like the whisper of a lost soul searching for solace. He reined his stallion to a halt, bracing himself against the sound, teeth clenched, eyes closed, his trapped breath searing his throat. His woman still called for him. When he began killing her people, would she ever call for him again? It took all his strength not to go back for her. The last thing he w.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 8251c5a | Instinctively she tried to push him away, only to find that he was too strong to be so easily dispatched. By the time she realized that, the delicious pull of his mouth swept her mind clean of all rational thought. Instead of shoving, she made fists in his hair and drew him closer, her body arching against the solid wall of his. He slipped an arm around her waist and drew her even nearer, one large hand splayed on her buttock. The familiari.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| ca4608a | Go into the house, Aunt Rachel," Loretta called. "Why? What is it?" "I'm not sure. He comes in anger." "You come with me, then!" Loretta swallowed an upsurge of fear. One Indian was taller on horseback than all the rest, broader across the shoulders and chest. She kept her gaze on him. A month ago she would have fled in panic. She would never run from him again. "Go to the house, Aunt Rachel. Pull the shutters. Do as I say!" Loretta bega.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| dfcf220 | Go into the house, Aunt Rachel," Loretta called. "Why? What is it?" "I'm not sure. He comes in anger." "You come with me, then!" Loretta swallowed an upsurge of fear. One Indian was taller on horseback than all the rest, broader across the shoulders and chest. She kept her gaze on him. A month ago she would have fled in panic. She would never run from him again. "Go to the house, Aunt Rachel. Pull the shutters. Do as I say!" Loretta bega.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| ece30c9 | Once again Hunter had come to mark her home. Loretta no sooner realized that than she also realized that Hunter wouldn't mark the property if he intended to take her with him. She bolted into a run. "Hunter! Hunter, please..." She gained the gate and watched in helpless despair as the warriors sped past on their mounts, sending up such a cloud of dust that she couldn't tell which man was Hunter. "Hunter, at least talk to me!" If Hunter he.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| a065dde | Loretta! Get back in the yard," Rachel called. Loretta turned, hugging her waist, her body bent slightly to contain the sobs that tried to escape her. "Aunt Rachel, he's leaving me. He's leaving me!" Rachel came running. Wrapping both arms around Loretta, she cried, "Oh, honey..." "He's leaving me!" Loretta once again threw back her head. "Hunter-rrr!" The cry carried on the wind, shrill and mournful. Suddenly he crested the hill, a lone fi.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 2513a40 | Whoever wants to love is better knowing nothing than too much. | Adrienne von Speyr | ||
| 9038914 | The wind brushed her cheeks, catching his name and carrying it away from her. She crossed her arms over her breasts and sobbed, her gaze fixed on the rise. She would never again look at the horizon without seeing him outlined there. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 7daa1d0 | A rock jabbed Hunter in the belly, but he scarcely felt it. Pressing low to the earth, he kept his attention on the glow of firelight and the small woman who lay by the flames, her face turned in his direction. In his mind he was beside her, cupping her cheek in his hand, whispering his love to her. He wished now that he had taught her how to recognize his animal calls so she would know he was with her, that he had been for over six days. H.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| be0f2f2 | Home was where Hunter was, anywhere he was. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 14b2cfd | 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. Hunter rose over her, his gaze riveted to her flushed face and dazed blue eyes. Skimming his breeches down his hips, he undressed quickly and took off his medicine pouch. Then, positioning himself over her, he seized her hips and drew her toward h.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| fa7d025 | She was a slightly built woman, narrow of hip. He was not a small man. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| b0aedff | 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. Hunter rose over her, his gaze riveted to her flushed face and dazed blue eyes. Skimming his breeches down his hips, he undressed quickly and took off his medicine pouch. Then, positioning himself over her, he seized her hips and drew her toward h.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 52157e4 | In a husky whisper he recited the prophecy to her. When he finished she stirred in the crook of his arm. " is your song?" " , yes." "But, it's beautiful!" With a start, Hunter realized he thought so, too. "Since my boyhood, I had much hate for the words." He twined a length of her hair around his finger, smiling. "And great hate for the honey-haired woman who would one day steal my heart. I wished to kill you, yes?" "But I'm not the woman .. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 4fbdcc2 | Amy talks about that bastard Hunter like he's reg'lar people," Henry hissed. Loretta walked over to the window and unfastened the doeskin membrane to gaze out into the twilight. She curled her fingers around the windowsill, digging her nails into the wood. Gazing up at the rise, she remembered Hunter's gentleness with Amy when he brought her back to the village after her ordeal with Santos. "Uncle Henry, you may as well know. That bastard y.. | Catherine Anderson | ||
| 53deb54 | You may put this in your interview, Miss Fife, that Robert Frost believes in civilization--which is to say the Caucasian civilization." "But," | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 0f78d71 | Pray your words, old man." The priest licked his lips and glanced fearfully at the crowd of savages around them. Perhaps it was the stark contrast of black robes against pallid flesh, but Loretta thought he was losing color at an alarming rate. Indeed, he looked as if he might faint. "Say the God words, old man!" Hunter snarled again. "Don't you dare bully him," Loretta hissed. "He's a man of God, Hunter! You don't at a man of God." "It's.. | Catherine Anderson |