"Can I have just a moment with the priest?" "For why?" "Just to ask him something." Hunter's grip on her arm relaxed. " , hurry." Loretta cupped a hand over the priest's ear and quickly whispered her request, then stepped back to Hunter's side. The priest considered what she had said, then nodded. A moment later he blessed the young couple before him, and the ceremony began. The words bounced off the walls of Loretta's mind, making no sense. Numbly she made her responses when she was instructed to. Then it came Hunter's turn. The priest asked the usual question, adding at the end, "Forsaking all others, taking one wife and only one wife, forever with no horizon?" Hunter, eyes narrowed suspiciously, shot Loretta a knowing look. For several long seconds he made no response, and she held her breath, her gaze locked with his. Then, with solemn sincerity, he inclined his head and replied, "I have spoken it." The priest, momentarily confused by the unusual response when he had expected an "I do," sputtered a moment, seemed to consider, then nodded his assent and finished the ceremony. Loretta and Hunter were married, according to his beliefs and hers. Hunter instructed his friends to return the priest to his mission, stressing that he would have their heads if the man didn't arrive there unharmed. Then he sent Amy to his mother's lodge. When everyone had been dispatched, he turned to Loretta, one dark eyebrow cocked, his indigo eyes twinkling with laughter. "One wife and only one wife, forever with no horizon?" Loretta's gaze chased off, and her cheeks went scarlet. Clasping her hands behind her, she rocked back on her heels, then forward onto her toes, pursing her lips. "I told you, Hunter, I refuse to play second fiddle." He smiled--a slow, dangerous smile that made her nerves leap. His heated gaze drifted slowly down the length of her. He grasped her arm and led her toward his lodge. "Now you will show this Comanche how good you play number one fiddle, yes?"