" Stay back!” she cried.
“I come. Choose your mark, Blue Eyes, and drive the blade deep. You have one strike.” When he was within arm’s reach of her, she made a lunge, arcing the knife at his chest. Hunter deflected the blow, swallowing down cold, mind-numbing anger. She meant to kill him? No matter how frightened she was, he couldn’t believe it of her, couldn’t believe how much the realization hurt him. He wrested the weapon from her hands and tossed it to Swift Antelope, tempted to shake her until her teeth rattled. After all he had done, how dare she turn on him?
“Take Aye-mee to my mother’s lodge, Swift Antelope.”
Loretta staggered backward, holding her arms out to keep him away from the unconscious child. “No! Stay away from her. She stays with me.”
“Not this night,” Hunter snarled. “You have a bargain to keep, eh?”
She shrank from his outstretched hand. “To hell with our bargain, you animal! I’ll die before I let you put your filthy hands on me.”
“Then sing your death song.”
With that, he grabbed Loretta’s wrist, jerked her half off her feet, and proceeded to drag her behind him toward his horse. "
― Catherine Anderson , Comanche Moon (Comanche, #1)