"A loud clunk resounded behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, expecting to see her husband. Instead she looked straight into Red Buffalo's black eyes. For an instant her heart stopped beating. She stared at him. He stared back. His arms were laden with firewood. One piece lay at his feet. Very slowly he hunkered down and began unloading the rest. At last Loretta found her voice. "Get out of here!" "I bring you wood," he replied softly in English. Even Loretta knew warriors didn't demean themselves by gathering firewood; it was woman's work. Red Buffalo was humbling himself, making her a peace offering. She didn't care. "I don't want your filthy wood. Take it and leave." He continued his task as if she hadn't spoken. Rage bubbled up Loretta's throat. She leaped to her feet and strode toward him. "I said get out of here! Take your damned wood with you!" Just as she reached him, Red Buffalo finished emptying his arms and rose. He was a good head shorter than Hunter, but he dwarfed Loretta. She fell back, startled, wondering if he could smell her fear. Lifting her chin, she cut him dead with her eyes. He inclined his head in a polite nod and turned to walk away. "I said take your wood with you!" she called after him. "I don't want it!" Picking up a log, she chucked it at him. It landed on end and bounced, hitting Red Buffalo's calf. He stopped and turned, his face expressionless as he watched her throw the remainder of the firewood in his direction. Saying nothing, he began to pick up the firewood. To Loretta's dismay, he returned to her firepit and began unloading the logs there in a neat pile. From the corner of her eye, she could see neighbors gathering to find out what all the commotion was about. Heat scalded her cheeks. She couldn't believe Red Buffalo was humiliating himself like this. "Don't," she said raggedly. "Go away, Red Buffalo! Go away!" He tipped his head back. Tears glistened on his scarred cheeks. "Hunter has cut me from his heart." "Good! You're an animal!" Red Buffalo winced as if she had struck him. "He has forbidden me to enter his lodge until you take my hand in friendship." " " Appalled, Loretta retreated a step. "Never, do you hear me?" Red Buffalo slowly rose, brushing his palms clean on his breeches. "He is my brother--my only brother." "You expect me to feel sorry for you? How dare you come near me? How dare--" Her voice broke, and she spun away, running inside the lodge. Heedless of Amy, who was sitting up on her pallet, Loretta threw herself onto the bed. Knotting her fists, she stifled her sobs against the fur. Hatred coursed through her, hot, ugly, and venomous, making her shake. Never, not as long as she lived."