They could not keep up with her people as they moved on in the bitter cold, the frozen pastures, scattering across the plains. Don t go near them if that is what you re thinking of doing. We had a man who did once. Followed them, wrestled one down. Made love to her and was never the same.
Few men can handle their love ways.
Besides, they re ours. We need them and we take care of these women. Once the pattern is set we go on replicating it. Here on the handle the vines and leaves of infidelities. There, a suicidal tendency, a fatal wish.