" a small girl cried, dancing around the mare's legs, her button eyes gleaming, her plump brown bottom jiggling so hard that she was about to lose her breechcloth. "
"
Hunter pried Loretta's frantic fingers from his arm and slid off the horse. Smiling at the child, he leaned over and retied her breechcloth thong. "
, yes." Glancing up at Loretta, he said, "She is a yellow-hair, and she is mine.
"
Hunter pried Loretta's frantic fingers from his arm and slid off the horse. Smiling at the child, he leaned over and retied her breechcloth thong. "
, yes." Glancing up at Loretta, he said, "She is a yellow-hair, and she is mine.
( catherine anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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