She spat in his face before he could finish the sentence, so intense was her passion. Her entire soul was up in arms and she hissed back:
"Oh, that I were a man but for a moment that I might cram the foul words down your throat and tear out your lying tongue!"
He laughed tauntingly and she proceeded:
"But, woman as I am, if you dare repeat your words or say aught against my honor I will do my best to brain you on the spot and let out your black blood for the cubs of the wolf to lap and grow fat on."
"She should have been a brave," he sneered.
"I am brave. Stand aside and let me pass."
"Listen to me," and he would have placed his hand upon her arm had she not drawn back. "You shall never be the wife of the pale-face—never see him again. I have long sought for this hour and now you shall swear by the great Manitou to be mine or—"
"When you can make the mountains bow down to the valleys, then I will be your wife, but until then, never."
"Because you love the pale-face?"
"Because I hate you!"