Book:    Comanche Moon
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Hunter's name drifted to him on the wind, the call barely discernible yet shrill, like the whisper of a lost soul searching for solace. He reined his stallion to a halt, bracing himself against the sound, teeth clenched, eyes closed, his trapped breath searing his throat. His woman still called for him. When he began killing her people, would she ever call for him again?
It took all his strength not to go back for her. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her like this. Yet how could he not? He had to fight the great fight for his people. He had no choice. While he was away fighting, he wanted Loretta someplace safe. After the attack on his village, there was no question she would be safer here with her own kind. He had no control over the and their attacks, but he could see to it none of his own attacked Loretta's wooden walls.
Another cry shivered through the gloaming. He opened his eyes, peering at the cloud of dust up ahead. His honor lay before him, his heart behind him. Nudging his stallion into a run, he leaned low against the animal's neck, using the wind against his face to filter out her voice as he raced to catch up with the other warriors.

( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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