You will wear it? For always? And remember Hunter of the Wolf? It is a promise you make?"
"I will wear it." Her fingers curled around the medallion. "I have nothing to give you."
His eyes clouded with warmth. "Your ruffles."
She pursed her lips. "I'm them. If you want them, you'll have to come back and steal them."
His gaze ran the length of her. "Maybe so. You will make them nice like flowers, yes?
"I will wear it." Her fingers curled around the medallion. "I have nothing to give you."
His eyes clouded with warmth. "Your ruffles."
She pursed her lips. "I'm them. If you want them, you'll have to come back and steal them."
His gaze ran the length of her. "Maybe so. You will make them nice like flowers, yes?
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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