"I don't know why you even want me!" A sad smile twisted his mouth as he recalled how she had walked out alone to face a hundred Comanches, one small woman against an army. "You make a smile inside me, that is why I want you. The way a man wants his wife." He ran a hand up her back, kneading her tense muscles. "You will trust this Comanche? As you did when you rode in a great circle back to me? This one last time, you will trust? No hurting after the virgin pain--and no shame. It is a promise I make for you, for always."