Night Hawk

Rand studied him and then nodded as if he understood. “Preacher was a force to be reckoned with, but there comes a time when who we were no longer fits who we’ve become.

Maggie had listened and she’d wept just as he had done night after torturous night. So he would reward her for what she’d given him by loving her with every breath he took, and with every beat of his heart for as long as he lived. A verse from Solomon filled him: Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death.

Because the world needs sons and daughters with the courage of their fathers, and you are a courageous man.

Why do you want to marry me?" "Because I want this adventure we're on to continue. Because you fill my heart. Because I want you to have that garden.

You aren't a hitter, are you?" He stared down, confused. "You mean will I hit you?" "Yes. I know that some men are." "No. Never." He gathered her back in and held her tight. "Never." "Good. I didn't think you were." He pulled back and scanned her face. "If I do you have my permission to shoot me." "I'll shoot you permission or not." He laughed. "We're going to do well together.

Maggie cracked, "Quite the businesswoman, isn't she?" "Makes the capitalists back East look like rubes.

Maggie knew Betsy was a female crusader, but also knew that many times crusaders like her were only interested in their own personal equality.

...I'd given him my virginity because he told me I was special, but apparently I was simply a new link in a very long chain." "So what did you do?" ... "Put red pepper sauce in his rubbers.