Again, he thrust out his hand. "Take it, Yellow Hair, in friendship."
She was afraid he might drag her onto his mount if she touched him, but his eyes compelled her. Besides, if he was set on it, he'd have his way, with or without her cooperation. She lifted a quivering arm, expecting the worst, and placed her fingers across his palm. His callused hand tightened on hers, the warmth of his grip shooting to her shoulder.
"We will meet again. I will come to you like the wind, from nowhere. Remember the face of this Comanche. I am your destiny.
She was afraid he might drag her onto his mount if she touched him, but his eyes compelled her. Besides, if he was set on it, he'd have his way, with or without her cooperation. She lifted a quivering arm, expecting the worst, and placed her fingers across his palm. His callused hand tightened on hers, the warmth of his grip shooting to her shoulder.
"We will meet again. I will come to you like the wind, from nowhere. Remember the face of this Comanche. I am your destiny.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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