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| labor, it had taken only one day. Now they had complete privacy, and the four walls of the makeshift shack separated her from those who might hear her screams for mercy should Stanford choose to torment her again tonight. She could not hope that someone would pity her and rescue her from the man whose heart was made of stone. |

| Stanford rose to his full height. He turned and smiled wickedly at Bianca, his hands at the buttons of his shirt. "My pretty half-breed, are you ready for a night of lovin'?" he said, snickering. |

| "There is no bed," Bianca said, trying to find any excuse to delay what was coming, yet knowing this was a lame one, if ever there was one. "Let us wait until one is brought to us. It will make lovemaking better, Stanford." |

| "Now, Bianca, you have to know that the men won't be arriving with the furniture for another couple of days," he argued. "It's more important to get the sheep and cattle moved on our sheep station. Furniture is only a minor detail." |

| His shirt off, he placed his thumbs at the waist of his breeches and began slipping them down his narrow hips. "But half-breed, if you object to not having a bed, perhaps we could delay making love to another night. You could entertain me in a different sort of way tonight." Nude, he went and stood over her where she sat before the fire on a blanket. "Take off your clothes, Bianca," he said thickly, reaching for one of her wrists and yanking her to her feet. |

| "But you just said that we could make love another time," Bianca said, her voice quivering. "Why must I undress?" |

| "Because you are going to perform that spider |

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