Book:    Comanche Moon
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Your heart holds great love for her."
"Yes. Those terrible men-- She's just a little girl. They've already had her for eight days. I can think of nothing else. Even in my sleep I dream about what could be happening to her, hear her calling for me. I try to find her, and I can't."
He grasped her chin, his touch deceptively gentle, as it had always been. "This night, you will sleep without dreams. I have said I will find her. , it is finished."
With that, he left the lodge.
A few minutes later he returned. After donning a pair of buckskin pants, which he pulled on while still wearing his breechcloth, he gathered his weapons, making several trips outside to his horse. When he had collected everything he needed, he sat on a fur pallet, propped a small shaving mirror on his knees, and painted his face, outlining his eyes with black graphite and striping his chin thrice with crimson.
Loretta sat on the edge of the bed watching him. When he finished he glanced over at her. She was seeing Hunter the killer for the first time. On the one hand, he looked so fierce that he terrified her; on the other, she felt strangely reassured. Such a brutal, grimly determined man would be able to find and rescue Amy when another might fail.
"What does the paint say?" she asked.
"That this Comanche rides for war."
"War?" she whispered.
"Santos will know by the paint that I come in anger."
"Will there be a fight? Amy might get hurt."
"Your Aye-mee will suffer no harm." He rose and put away his paints, cleaning his hands on a swatch of cloth. Turning to face her, he said, "My brother, Warrior, and my good friend Swift Antelope will remain beside you. Their strong arms are yours." He motioned for her to stand. "I take you to Warrior now. You will sleep in his lodge circle. No harm, eh?

( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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