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| that none of Ashton's men would realize they were being followed. Stanford had waited two more long years in prison after Lawrence Proffitt was released on good behaviorwaiting to find him, not to let him get out of his sight again. There was a fortune at stake herea fortune that would never be the ex-convict's, no matter what name Lawrence was answering to these days. |

| "I'm going to get the best of him, that's for sure," Stanford said to his companion. "But first I'm going to pay some attention to his little lady! Once we reach the sheep station, my true fun will begin." |

| Seeing someone standing beside the river, Stanford and his companion reined in their horses and quickly dismounted. Tethering their mounts to a tree, they moved stealthily through the darkness, then stopped and hid behind a tree. |

| His eyes dancing, Stanford watched Ashton pulling the razor through his thick stubble of beard. Soon he would see if the knife wound he had inflicted on Lawrence Proffitt's face in prison had healed grotesquely enough. |

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