You can make war with your eyes for a moon and win no battles. I grow tired of your anger, Blue Eyes."
She lifted her small nose in the air and refused to look at him. Her hair had dried in a wild tangle of ringlets that wreathed her head in gold. Frustrated, Hunter clenched his teeth. Whether she realized it yet or not, she no longer feared him as she once had. A frightened woman didn't push like this.
"You will tell me of this anger that burns within you, eh?"
"As if you don't know!"
He propped his elbows on his bent knees. He'd never understand them.
She lifted her small nose in the air and refused to look at him. Her hair had dried in a wild tangle of ringlets that wreathed her head in gold. Frustrated, Hunter clenched his teeth. Whether she realized it yet or not, she no longer feared him as she once had. A frightened woman didn't push like this.
"You will tell me of this anger that burns within you, eh?"
"As if you don't know!"
He propped his elbows on his bent knees. He'd never understand them.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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