You will be warm with me in my lodge? I have many buffalo robes. And plenty...

You will be warm with me in my lodge? I have many buffalo robes. And plenty food. Meat, yes? And my strong arm will protect you, forever into the horizon. There is nothing to fear." He pressed his hand more firmly against her midriff. "My tongue does not make lies. It is the truth I speak, not , the honey talk, but a promise. I have spoken the words, and they are carried away on the wind to whisper to me always. You will trust? When I go away from you on raids and hunting trips, my brother's strong arm will be yours. No harm will come to you."
Loretta swallowed. His brother? The man who had helped pour water down her, she guessed. The one he called Warrior.
"You can seek death another time. , sure enough. But first, you will see what lies on the horizon. It is wisdom."
"I want--" Tension and disuse strung her voice so taut, it twanged like a harp cord. "I want to go home."
"That cannot be. You go with me--to a new place. You are my woman, eh? You have said it, I have said it. , it is finished."
"I'm your woman," she cried. "You stole me from my family."
"I traded many fine horses."
"You bought me, then. And that's just as--" Loretta craned her neck and stared up at his carved features. "I'm a , not a thing."
"The white men have slaves, and this is okay, yes? Your Gray Coats fight the great fight so you can own black men. Is this not so? This Comanche has a slave, too. It is good."
"No! It's not good. It's monstrous." She passed a hand over her eyes. "I'll die before I let you touch me. You hear me?"
"Ah, but Blue Eyes, I tough you now." He slid his hand up her ribs and gently cupped her breast. "You see? I touch you, and you do not die. There is nothing to fear.