"You are angry?" Her reply was frigid silence. "Blue Eyes, what wrong words have I said?" "What have you said?" Hunter frowned. "It would not please you to marry with me? Better a wife than a slave, yes?" "I will play second fiddle, !" Hunter studied her, trying to figure out why she had switched the topic of conversation from marriage to making music. "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?" With that, she wrapped her arms around herself and glared at him. Hunter sighed and flopped onto his back, staring upward sightlessly. Minutes passed. When at last he felt her curl up at the foot of the bed, as far away from him as possible, a knowing smile touched his lips. No woman could possibly get that angry over another woman unless she was jealous. And a woman didn't get jealous unless she was in love. Perhaps he wasn't the only one with another think coming."