Montana Rose Quotes

“She knitted him a thick scarf to cover his face and he teased her about liking her warming him better. She told him impertinently that she had enough to do without that troublesome chore, and he chased her around the room. Cassie laughed out loud as they played. “Your sassy mouth makes me want to kiss you.” He caught her by the waist. “You know that, Cass. So you must want a kiss.” “I most certainly do.” She giggled as he kissed her soundly.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“Cassie grabbed at the heavy skillet she had hanging on a peg on the wall, and Red rushed to lift it for her. She whacked at his hands with a wooden spoon. “Don’t you have any chores to do outside?” “I’m carrying this frying pan for you.” Red pried her fingers off it. “Now tell me where you want it.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“Don’t you think you should lie down?” Red asked, hacking at the ham just for something to do. “Muriel says I should stay up for as long as possible. She said I’ll be so sick of lying in bed by the end that I’ll want these first few hours back.” “Hours?” Red stopped slicing and looked sideways at her. “How many hours?” “Muriel said her first child made his appearance about twenty-four hours after the first pains.” “Twenty-four hours!” Red yelled.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“Red caught her hand and lifted it from his mouth and held it gently. “Say, ‘You’re a polecat, Red Dawson.’ Tell me I’m a mangy, growly old bear. Tell me I’m a sneakin’, low-down coyote. Tell me I’m as mean as a rattler and as cantankerous as Buck and as stubborn as an ox. Say it or admit you’re a liar and a coward, Mrs. Dawson. Tell me I’m a—” “All those animals,” Cassie interrupted, “are put here by God for the exact purpose they serve.” Rather sharply she added, “You’re the problem.” Cassie seemed to realize what she’d said, and she pulled back a step. She’d have covered her mouth again if Red hadn’t held tight to her hand. Red grinned for a second. Then he tipped his head back and laughed out loud. It was a full belly laugh, and when he looked back at her, his eyes were damp from laughing and he had to wipe them. “Why, Cassandra Dawson, I do believe you just insulted me.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“Red leaned down so his nose almost touched hers and bellowed, “You should be worried! You’re losing all of them! You are going to mind me, woman!”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“You came for me. You saved me.” She clung to him and shuddered from fear. “You’re okay,” he murmured. “We got through it.” Red brushed her hair back off her forehead and chucked her under the chin so she’d lift her head from where it was burrowed against his chest. “You were so smart, Cass honey. So brave and strong. You saved yourself. I’m so proud of you.” Confusion warred with doubt. She shook her head slightly. “No. I was so afraid. I was such a coward. Running and hiding like a stupid—” “Cass honey,” Red interrupted softly. “Yes, Red?” Her eyes flickered to his lips and back to his eyes. “Shut up.” Red kissed her. It worked. She shut up. Then he pulled away from her. His lips were moist from her kisses. She knew because she couldn’t quit glancing at them to see if he might be going to kiss her again.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“You are one disobedient woman. All this niceness is a big disappointment to a man who likes sass.” “I promise I’ll try to be meaner,” Cassie said demurely. Red laughed and tapped her on the tip of her nose. “You do that.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“Red leaned so close his lips brushed against her ear. “ ’Cuz, I knew when I married you, you were gonna be trouble.” Cassie pulled away slightly, trying to conceal her hurt. Red caught her chin with two fingers and leaned in close and spoke so nobody could hear. “Now’s when you’re supposed to say, ‘Red, you low-down, worthless excuse for a man, I’m not trouble. You are. And if I am any trouble, I’m worth every minute of it.’” Cassie could feel her cheeks turning pink at the very thought of speaking so to her husband. She whispered something completely different than what he’d ordered her to say. “Red, I think you’re about the finest excuse for a man I’ve ever known.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“The second he left, Cassie rushed to Red’s side. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to start all that. I didn’t mean to be so bad-mannered. I’m the cause of—” Red leaned down and kissed her. He didn’t kiss her for long, but she quit talking to try and catch up with the kissing. He pulled away and said flatly, “Don’t go anywhere alone, Cassie.” He looked up and said to Seth, “You see she minds me, Seth. You have to watch her every second. She’s a wily little thing.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“I can read signs, and every man here knows it. Your horse steps high and takes a long pace, and your boots leave a mark as good as a signature. There’s law out here, Wade, even for a Sawyer. And if you ever touch Cassie again, you’d better hope I remember I’m a Christian man, because that’s the only thing that will protect you.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“I thought it was a wife’s place to obey. And I like a mouthy,rude woman with her own ideas and her own emotions. I want you to have a coat as prickly as a porcupine and a hide as thick as a buffalo and a spine as solid as the Rocky Mountains. I don’t want you doing a single thing you don’t want to do. I can’t be happily married to a woman who doesn’t nag me a little. All this polite, ‘Yes, Red,’ and ‘Whatever you say, Red,’ is making me crazy. You work on it and I’ll tell you when you’re finally doing it enough.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“Cassie, Griff told you not to ride. Griff told you not to talk about the baby to the point you don’t know a thing about what’s to come. Griff told you a woman was unclean when she was carryin’ a child. Griff mortgaged all your family heirlooms without telling you so you could have a useless new silk dress every year. Excuse me for speakin’ ill of the dead, Cass, but your husband wasn’t very smart, was he?”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“A girl,” Red whispered. “She’ll be as beautiful and ornery as her mama.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“I love you, Cassie Dawson. I love you and I love our little...” With a sudden start, Red remembered something vital. A tiny spurt of fear flashed in Cassie’s eyes. “What is it?” Red said, chagrined, “I just realized I don’t know if the baby is a boy or a girl.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“The petulant Cassie began to rear her head more fiercely. She wanted to hurt Red because she was hurting, and it didn’t seem fair that she had to hurt alone. She wanted to scream at him and loathe all men through him, because he could never have a child, but he could make a child grow inside a woman and then leave her to die alone.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“He said sternly, “What’s going on here, Cassie Dawson?” There was a long silence as he stood behind her and she faced the fire. Finally, with tortuous slowness, she turned around. “What happened to your face?” Red reached to touch her then pulled back. She had a scrape across the whole side of her cheek and down her neck. He thought about the pain he’d caused her when he took her arm. “Let me see the rest of it.” Cassie started shaking her head. “Red, it’s not as bad as it looks. It’s just a scrape!” “I want to see your arm. Right now!” Red stepped so he was behind her and started unbuttoning her dress. As he did he noticed a dozen slits in her sleeve that had been carefully mended. “Red, please! You’re overreacting!” Cassie turned to look over her shoulder at him in alarm as he clumsily undid the buttons down the back of her dress. “What happened to you? How did you...” Red quit talking and gasped as he pulled her sleeve down. The scrape went down her neck, over her shoulder, and the length of her arm. “Cassie,” Red whispered in dismay. “Was it Wade? Did he hurt you?” Cassie clutched the dress to her front. “No, I haven’t seen Wade at all. I ... I just fell.” “Fell where?” Red said in alarm. “I was around the place all afternoon. I never saw you fall.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“She’s turning somersaults again.” Cassie rested her hand on her stomach as she settled into bed. Red grinned and laid his hands beside hers. “He’s still talking to me, just like that day you got cold.” “She can’t talk yet.” Cassie shoved at his hands, but Red held on. “Be still, woman, so my son can tell me how he’s doing.” Red loved feeling the baby move and telling Cassie there was a little boy growing in her. It was closest she’d come to sassing him. He quit letting her lie apart from him when she came to bed. He’d always pulled her close after she’d fallen asleep, but now he pulled her into his arms the minute she lay down. Better still, she came without protest.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“What was that?” Cassie was prepared to do whatever he said. “Well, I had this picture in my head of building a corral around the cabin and turning Harriet loose in it.” “A guard pig?” Cassie looked at him for a long moment, and then he grinned at her and she started to giggle. She buried her head against his chest and he held her close, and they laughed until the baby kicked them into getting up.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“China doll?” Wade. He spoke softly, coaxing as if she were a timid animal in need of taming. “Where are you, girl? I’ve come for you.” His voice got stronger then faded as he moved around their cabin. “Where are you, doll?”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“I don’t know what things were like between you and Griff, but I’m not like him. I want a woman to stand beside me, not trail along behind. That was Griff ’s way, but it was wrong. I don’t want you to be afraid of me. And maybe if you sass me a little, even if I get mad, you’ll see that you can trust me to never hurt you. I promise it before you and before God. I want you to believe me.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“You can’t sass me when you’re holding your mouth closed.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“Suddenly, he jammed his hat crookedly on his head, took two broad paces toward her, and lifted her out of her chair by her shoulders. He kissed her hard and quick, then set her back in the chair and left without looking back.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“This isn’t over, Dawson. You got what’s mine and I aim to get it back.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“Just rest another minute, Cass. You needed to cry those tears. You’ve been through a terrible time. Just let me hold you.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“My name is Fitzgerald O’Neill Dawson. My mother was born in Ireland and she landed all her love for the Old Country right smack on my head with a single name.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“Whattaya say, Cassie, will you marry me?”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose