Your woman tries to flee," Red Buffalo snarled. "She makes a lie of her promise...

Your woman tries to flee," Red Buffalo snarled. "She makes a lie of her promise to you, eh? It is just as I said. She can never be one with the People. Never! She is an , liar, and unworthy. She has made a fool of you, cousin!"
A hush fell over the crowd. Hunter tightened his legs around his stallion and picked up the reins. "Which direction did she go?"
"Toward the horses. Where else? Whose will she kill this time, eh?"
Hunter kicked his stallion's flanks, biting down on a roar of sheer outrage. She had given him her God promise! Was nothing sacred to the White Eyes? As he rode out of the village, Hunter heard another horse pounding up behind him. He glanced back to see Swift Antelope coming up fast on his sorrel.
Seconds later Hunter spotted Loretta. She was carrying Amy, bent under the weight, scarcely able to lift her feet. He reined in his black, struggling to sort and make sense of his emotions. Anger, yes, but pain as well, a pain that ran so deep he could scarcely bear it. She had used him, and now she meant to flee, her many promises forgotten. From the very beginning she had planned to leave him as soon as he brought her the child. Hunter could tolerate many things, but being made to look the fool wasn't one of them."