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 began walking again, afraid yet not afraid. A war party of Comanches was an intimidating spectacle, even to her, but the man she loved rode with them. Before she reached the gate, the warriors urged their horses forward. Instead of attacking, though, as she had feared they might, they rode the perimeters of the property, driving lances into the earth every few feet. 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.
"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 began walking again, afraid yet not afraid. A war party of Comanches was an intimidating spectacle, even to her, but the man she loved rode with them. Before she reached the gate, the warriors urged their horses forward. Instead of attacking, though, as she had feared they might, they rode the perimeters of the property, driving lances into the earth every few feet. 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.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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