Could there be more?

Clean wagon, presents, clean boots, a gentle heart... could there be more? What am I missin this time? So much easier to plan out the making of an ax blade or a length of chain. It's even easier to kill a man of equal skill as mine than it is to figure out a woman and what's behind her behavior. Guess I'm getting pretty suspicious as I grow older. Could be about time. The deceptions of others have left me cold inside where I'd rather remain warm. There was a time when those in the harigga could be counted on to back me up as I backed them up. To talk to me as I am open to talk to others. Things changed as I grew up and after my father died, just forget it. How will I explain to Kaeli about how no woman will pull my hair for as long as the memory of Catranna treating me like one of her many kajiri lingers in my mind? I don't even know how it got to be like that. Guess I have been too easy going to be respected by people have had no family member fall to my quiva, ax or bow.