"Your father tells me you will take the woman back. Cousin, this is Kill her. If you cannot spill her blood, I can." Loretta knotted her hand into a fist and pressed it against her waist. Hunter glanced toward her, then stood. "You will make no talk of killing, Red Buffalo." Red Buffalo snorted with disgust. "I will make more than talk. I demand you bring her to the central fire." Central fire? Loretta's breath stopped midway from her throat to her lungs. She could almost hear the flames sizzling. Hunter spread his feet and crossed his arms over his chest. "She is my woman. She stays in my lodge."