"You'd better keep her tied." "Why?" A yawn stretched Hunter's dark face. "Because she's looking skittish." "She's naked." Sheathing his knife, Hunter flopped on his back and shaded his eyes with one arm. "She won't run. Not without clothes. I've never seen such a bashful female." "The truss up their females in so many clothes, it would take a whole sleep just to undress one. Then they have them wear breeches under the lot. How do they manage to have so many children? I'd be so tired by the time I found skin, I'd never get anything else done." "You'd think of something," Hunter said with a chuckle."