"The moment Hunter stepped into the lodge, Loretta swiped the tears from her cheeks and began clanging pots so loudly that her ears rang. Perverse though it was, she fell back on her anger to hide her hurt. Her pride wouldn't allow her to let him know how she really felt. "Blue Eyes, we must make talk," he said softly, pausing to tie the lodge flap firmly closed. "Go make talk with Bright Star," she sniped, even though that was the thing she wanted him to do. "I would make talk with you." He moved slowly toward her. "I told Bright Star I would marry no other, yes?" Loretta yearned to throw herself in his arms and weep, to hear him whisper, "It is well," as he always did when things went wrong. Instead she rounded on him. "And I suppose you made her feel sorry for you in the bargain? Poor, poor Hunter, stuck with one woman!" She tried to glare at him but couldn't quite meet his gaze. "I've been thinking while you were out there over her. And I've decided a dozen other wives around here would suit me just fine. You're right! It's for me to feel--" She broke off and swallowed, keeping her face averted. " not being a wife to you..." Her voice trailed off into a squeak. "And I'm afraid I never can be." Hunter's guts clenched at the pain he read in her expression. He hadn't intended to hurt her, only to make her face her feelings. Why was it that no matter what he did, it was always wrong? Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leaned forward and braced his arms on his knees. "Blue Eyes, you will be a fine wife in time," he said gravely. "No, I won't." Her gaze flew to his, brimming with misery and tears. "Oh, Hunter, what's the matter with me?"