You will walk backward in your footsteps and go forward a new way?I--He slid her hand upward so it rested on his shoulder, forcing her closer. His height was such that she had to tip her head back to see his face. If he had been a white man, she would have been worrying that he planned to kiss her. But he wasn't a white man. And she doubted gentle persuasion was what he had in mind. He seemed a yard wide at the shoulders, a looming wall of muscle. There was heat in the depths of his eyes as he studied her, a heat that had never been there before.I would have you beside me, he told her huskily.
by Catherine Anderson
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In the passage from "Comanche Moon," a moment of tension unfolds between the two characters, highlighting the complexities of their relationship. The man, described as imposing and powerful, pulls the woman closer, challenging her perceptions and feelings about intimacy. His physicality suggests a sense of danger and strength, leaving her unsure of his intentions, especially given the cultural backdrop that shapes her fears.

The quote "You will walk backward in your footsteps and go forward a new way" resonates with the idea of revisiting the past while also embracing change. It reflects the internal conflict the woman experiences as she navigates her feelings for him, revealing both her trepidation and an impending transformation in their relationship. His husky promise of wanting her beside him indicates a desire for connection, even amid the uncertainty that comes with their divergent backgrounds.

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