Lion Head Mesa the darkest side of me

"no! no, i do not want to go with him! i —" and her chest felt constricted and horribly breathless. "you said crowfeather," tears springing out against her cheeks as she stared frantically between this man and the priest she knew. "you said crowfeather," came her numbed mumbling, shards of light terrifying her very skull with its pain. "i have never known a wife! my body — i gave it to them, to them both. you cannot be truthful," her voice a riotous sobbing, for he knew some piece of her even she did not. "why would i go away with you? all i know is here! who are you?" she cried out. "who are you to call me away?" and who was he to attack the foundations of her life with imaginative falsehoods so evil she could scarcely understand?