I come for the woman," the Comanche repeated, never taking his gaze from her. "And I bring my finest horses to console her father for his loss. Fifty, all trained to ride." His black sidestepped and whinnied. The Indian swayed easily with his mount. "Send me the woman, and have no fear. She will come to no harm walking in my footsteps, for I am strong and swift. She will never feel hunger, for I am a fine hunter. My lodge will shelter her from the winter rain, and my buffalo robes will shield her from the cold. I have spoken it.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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