You will tell me of this anger that burns within you, eh?""As if you don't...

You will tell me of this anger that burns within you, eh?"
"As if you don't know!"
He propped his elbows on his bent knees. He'd never understand them. If she was still angry because he had mentioned taking other wives, why didn't she say the words to him? It wasn't as if he planned on marrying someone else today.
"Blue Eyes, you are my woman, eh? This Comanche wishes for your heart to be filled with sunshine."
She threw him a contemptuous glare. "I may be your woman, but that doesn't mean I have to like it! Besides, why worry about me? With so many wives, I'll be lost in the shuffle. You won't know if I'm happy or not. And you certainly won't care." Two bright spots of color dotted her cheeks. "And that suits me just fine."
Silence fell over them for a moment.
"When will you take Amy home?" she asked suddenly.
"Her father hides behind his wooden walls and lets Comancheros steal her. She stays with this Comanche."
"You can't possibly mean to her here! Her mother will be worried sick."
"That is a sad thing, yes?"
"You promised!"
"I made the promise to bring her to you. I have."
"She isn't a horse, Hunter! You can't keep her here!"
He lifted an eyebrow. "Ah, yes? Who will take her from me?"
"You are an insufferable, arrogant, bullheaded--"
Hunter gave a snort and rose to his feet. His lodge suddenly seemed too small for the both of them. He would go to visit his father, where women showed proper respect.