You must also remember the yellow-hair may give you many more children than a...

You must also remember the yellow-hair may give you many more children than a Comanche woman. Take care or you could father more children than you can feed. I've never seen a white woman yet who wasn't a good breeder."
A slow grin spread across Hunter's mouth. "You will tell her this, yes? So far she isn't showing the proper enthusiasm."
"She'll come around. Give her time. Be patient. The rewards will be worth the wait."
Hunter tossed aside the poker and rose. "I will think long on your words."
"You sound like a man with eyes going two different directions. What maiden in the village entices you?"
"There is no one."
"Hmmph. Bullheaded, just as I suspected. I used to hope you might outgrow it. I see you never will."
"I have the strongest arm in my lodge circle. Her pouting will not sway me. If that's being bullheaded, then I sure enough am."
Many Horses rolled his eyes.
"You think my arm is not the strongest?"
"I think you should fight your battles with men on the battlefield, my son, where you have a chance of winning. That is what I think. But when have you ever listened to me?" He reached for the bow he was so skillfully crafting. "I suppose you must learn life's lessons your own way.