““You are well?” Hunter asked in English. “I’m better.” She threw a worried glance at the doorway. “Is that awful boy still out there?” He had expected questions about Loretta. “Swift Antelope?” “Is that his name? I don’t like him.” “Ah, I see.” Hunter pursed his lips. “You have reason?” “I just don’t like him.” She gave a delicate shudder and wrinkled her nose. “He stares at me funny.” Hunter guessed that Swift Antelope had been mooning, not staring, but he thought it unwise to tell Amy that.””
