"How you!" she cried. "Of all the-- You arrogant, simple-- Oh, never mind! Just you understand ! Amongst people, a man has wife, one, and he looks at no other, thinks of no other, no other, until death do they part. I wouldn't marry you if you got on your knees and me!" Hunter sat up slowly, feeling a little dazed by her fury and wondering what had sparked it. Would he never understand her? She leaned toward him, her blue eyes flashing. "Even if I marry you, an announcement by a central fire would not constitute a marriage in my books." She thumped her chest. "I must make my vows before a priest! And furthermore, when I take a husband, he won't be a Comanche. You couldn't be chief husband, second husband, husband, to me. You're a barbarian who treats women like chattel!" Very calmly Hunter inserted, "You are my woman. You will sure enough marry no other." "Well, if you think I'm going to marry , you have another think coming! Never, do you hear me?"