"Womens got to care," said Annie-Many-Ponies with a calm certainty that would brook no argument.
"Sure theeng," Ramon agreed easily.

"Yoh theenk I lov' yoh so moch if yoh not good ?" "You gets priest ?" Annie-Many-Ponies persisted.
"Sure, I gets padre.

You theenk Ramon lies for soch theeng ?" "You swear, then, all same white mans in picture makes oath." There was a new quality of inflexibility under the soft music of her voice.

"You lift up hand and says, 'Help me by God I makes you for-sure my wife!'" She had pondered long upon this oath, and she spoke it now with an easy certainty that it was absolutely binding, and that no man would dare break it.

"You makes that swear now," she urged gently.
"Foolish one! Yoh theenk I mus' swear I do what my hearts she's want?
I tell yoh many times we go on one ranch my brother Tomas says she's be mine.