And One Rode West Quotes

“Josiah James McCauley,” Jeremy said softly. He kissed Christa’s forehead. “Thank you. And thank you for my son. He is exquisite! Like his mother.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“He told me that home was where the heart was. And it’s very true. Don’t you see, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter where we are at all. In your arms, I’m home.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“I—I brought you from your home. But then discovered how much I loved you. Christa, you and Josiah are my life. And love is far stronger than any need for honor or glory in the West! You hold my heart in your hands. Carry it tenderly, my love. But carry it with you wherever you would go. The future is yours to decide.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Kiernan and Callie were stunning in their gowns, sipping cold drinks on a swing and rocking the baby while Jesse was down on the ground and Daniel was directing the children, one after the other, to climb atop his back. Then Jesse was standing, insisting that it was Daniel’s turn to play cavalry horse. Then Callie stood up, always the peacemaker, but before she could chastise them she shrieked as Daniel brought her down—elegant day dress and all—onto the lawn. The children couldn’t let Kiernan be the only dignified one among the adults, so they dragged her onto the lawn too.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Mrs. McCauley, my dearest Reb, I do love you! This Yank has surrendered most willingly to the South.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Christa, she was fine and sweet and gentle, and yes, I loved her, and dear God, yes, I’m sorry the war killed her, just as I’m sorry the war killed so many! But Christa, I have never wished that you were anyone but you, and I have prayed only that our child might survive. If you haven’t read my heart, Christa, then you are a stupid, stupid Reb as well!”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Say it, Christa! Dammit, was I imagining things, or did you say that you loved me?” “I—” She paused. “I said it!” she whispered. “And you meant it?” She lowered her gaze and then her head. “I meant it.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“He says that he saw you first. That by right, you are his captive. He says that Buffalo Run really has no right to you, that he has pampered you, that he has scorned the Comanche ways. He says that you should be his slave, and that he intends to take you.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“More, Christa. I will always want more. But mainly, I want you to come to me. Not because I might defend you. Not because Camerons always pay their debts. But because you want me. Would that be so very difficult?”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“You!” he said, pointing a finger at her. “I will never feel safe about you.” “But—” “But! Will you miss me?” She moistened her lips. “Perhaps.” His laughter was throaty. “It will pain me every second that I am away.” “You are a liar!” she accused him. “It’s God’s truth.” “Well, it’s hard to tell. You do manage to keep your distance when you choose.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“The baby. Deep, deep inside of her the baby was moving. It was just a flutter. So curious. So light. Then it came again. She gasped. “What is it?” He was over her instantly. She shook her head. “The baby.” “My God!” His voice was harsh, rasping. “Is it all right? Did—” “No, no! It’s fine. He’s moving! I can feel the baby. It’s so strange!” His palm moved over her abdomen. “I can’t feel it!” he said. She shook her head again. The darkness cast shadows over them both. “No, you can’t feel him, not yet. It’s just inside. I think it takes time to feel the movement from the outside. But—oh, there again! He’s alive, he’s moving, he’s kicking, he’s …” “He’s what?” Jeremy said. His palm still lay gently against her flesh. “He’s real!” she breathed. “He’s real, he’s going to be born, he’s going to live.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“No, Christa, it’s not me. Maybe I’m not your Rebel lover. Maybe I am your Yankee husband. But in every way, I swear to you, I’ve sought to give what I would take. And I know that I’ve touched your senses. You hold back because you would continue to wage war in our bed. But I tell you, my love, no more. No more, after this night!” “Don’t—” she began. “Jesu, Christa! Give me a chance, give us both a chance!”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Touch me, and I’ll scream until every man in this camp is awake!” “My love, I am far too weary to touch you tonight. You should know that I don’t give a damn if you scream until you’re hoarse. In fact, princess, I have a word of warning for you. Be courteous tomorrow. Be courteous, or I will tan your hide. I will do so with an audience of dozens of men, and I will not care in the least what a single one of them has to say. Am I understood?” “You wouldn’t—” “Dare. Yes, I would. But don’t worry about your precious solitude this evening. My pillow offers far more comfort and warmth! But take care tomorrow!”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“He shook his head. “Scrub my back—and tell me more about the trip out here.” “Ask me nicely.” His silver eyes touched hers. “All right. Please scrub my back and tell me about the trip.” She smiled, and tossed the washcloth his way. “No!” “All right, you little southern vixen,” he warned. “Scrub my back or—” “Or what?” “I’ll climb out of this tub, drag you back into it, and scrub yours.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“How are you feeling?” he asked her. “Fine,” she said curtly. “No more sickness?” “No.” “You can still barely tell,” he murmured. “Except that your breasts are larger.” Christa swung around. “You are outrageous!” she charged him. He grinned, boyish and very appealing at that moment in his trousers and nothing more.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Yes, you are a survivor! No one fights so damned well, Christa. Had you just been in the damned field, Grant would have never stood a chance of taking the Rebs. I’m sure the goddamned Indians would be quaking in their buckskins if they knew you were coming.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“But you will. So prepare yourself, Christa. Willing or no, my love, you’re riding west.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Christa, you’re my wife. Why won’t you give in to me?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He rose up on an elbow. “Yes, you do. You’re flesh and blood, and you’re very much a woman. And you’re doing your damned best to deny me.” “I didn’t deny you anything,” she said. “You did, and you know it.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Christa, this isn’t a garden party any longer. Can’t you understand the seriousness of what you’ve done? You’ll scream?” he hissed. “Then you’ll just have to go ahead and do so because I’ll touch you when and how I like. They’re your brothers. You married me. And unless you’re really fond of bloodshed, you had best bear that in mind. Now, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind in the least becoming a widow, seeing my Yankee carcass slipped into a shroud. Your brothers are good, damned good, but don’t underestimate my abilities. I managed to stay alive through four years of fighting at the front too. So if you ever think about doing anything so stupid as causing a further friction between us, just remember that.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“All right, McCauley. Just what the hell are you doing in bed with my sister? I need an explanation, and a good one!” “There’s a damned good one,” he said lightly, addressing Jesse but his eyes narrowing on Daniel. “She’s my wife.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“You married me, Christa. Marriage! It was a serious step. I warned you. As the saying goes, madam, you’ve made your bed. You’re going to lie in it. You understand what I mean, Christa. I know you do.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“You will go to bed, Christa. But not alone.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Lady, you forced me into this. You were willing to sell everything, both of our souls, for Jesse’s house. Well, we saved it. Jesse will come back to claim it. But you forced me to be a husband. Now, Mrs. McCauley, I’m afraid that I’m going to have to force you to be a wife!”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Oh, no, Christa. I didn’t say a thing about death. You’re going to live in hell right now. But let’s see, you would have married the devil—or old fur-faced Bobby-boy,” he reminded her. “But I think fur-face might have been preferable to me. In your eyes, madam, you have married the devil, haven’t you?” “A Yankee devil,” she agreed. It was already done. Why was he torturing her now? “A Yankee devil,” he repeated smoothly.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Miss Cameron, you are quite something, you know. Marriage doesn’t mean a damn thing to you. You don’t, in the least, mind selling your own soul for Cameron Hall. But what of mine? What if I were in love with someone?”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Anything, Christa?” he said. “Anything? What you’re asking me to do is a mockery. So you had best mean it. You would do anything to save this place. You’d marry that white trash. You’d marry me.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“Don’t bat your lashes at me, Christa. I know you hate the very sight of me,” he said flatly.”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West

“When she started to fill the entire glass, he jerked the bottle out of her hand. She swirled on him, staring at him hatefully. “How dare you! You’re not my brother, my father, my husband—” “That’s right, Christa, I’m no one but a filthy Yank. And you’re going to turn into a southern lush if you’re not careful!”
― Heather Graham, And One Rode West