"Hunter's mother stood over him, wringing her hands, while he gathered his gear to ride out. "My , your anger burns too hot. I fear for your woman when you find her." His body tense, Hunter strode past his mother to his horse. "She has dishonored me." "She does not know our ways. Is it a dishonor amongst her people to leave her husband?" Hunter slung his bags over his stallion's back, securing them to the surcingle. "It is a dishonor here." "Hunter, won't you stop and talk with me?" "No. You talk woman-talk. Why is my father not here? I will tell you why. He knows she scattered the horses of every man in the village, leaving us defenseless against an attack. He knows she left without permission. He knows she has dishonored me! He sits in his lodge and says it is sure enough a good thing if I find her and beat her." "He sits in his lodge because he has old knees that ache. Go and talk with him." "I have no time. I must ride hard to catch my woman." Hunter tried to walk inside his lodge, but his mother barred the way. He sighed and planted his hands on his hips. " , you test my patience. I am weary, eh? And very angry." "The horses have all been found. No harm was done." "It took us two days to gather them! On foot! I will never hear the last of it! You call that no harm? Whatever punishment I choose, my woman deserves it, and more. Name me one woman you know who has run away from her husband. Just one, , and I will cool my anger." Woman with Many Robes shook her head. "Comanche women are different. Your Loh-rhett-ah has cause to be upset. And cause to run. You understand that. While you're riding to catch up with her, you think long on my words."