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| as she placed her cheek against his chest, his muscles prominent through his wet and clinging shirt. |

| Loud shouts and the bellowing of the two young bulls drew Ashton's eyes elsewhere. "Oh, no," he groaned, quickly placing Sasha on her feet. "I thought the bullocks were going to pull the dray free of the mud without this sort of mishap." He shook his head. "All of the flour supply is gone. What else can happen today? What?" |

| Sasha combed her fingers through her unbraided hair and watched along with Ashton as the flour that had spilled from the dray began floating past like snow in the water, followed by the tarpaulins that had been wrapped around it to protect it. |

| Ashton swung away from her and went to the young bulls. He angrily grabbed one by the head and began yanking. "Get out of that mud, damn you!" he shouted. To his surprise the animals began moving forward. He lost his balance and fell close to their hooves, then rolled free as it ambled on past. |

| Lying in the mud, taking in a shaky, annoyed breath, Ashton waited until the bullocks and the dray had gone on past him, then he pushed himself up from the ground, mud covering him from head to toe. |

| Sasha came to him and her eyes twinkled as she fought against laughing at Ashton's appearance. |

| "Don't say a word," he said, wiping his hands down the front of his breeches, mud oozing between his fingers. "Not a word, Sasha." |

| "Now do you think I'd laugh at the man who just |

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