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| "First fleas and now ants," she fussed to herself, turning to return for the blankets. As she made her way back, several gunshots broke through the silence. She flinched when some of the men returned with a couple of dead opossums dangling from their hands. She turned her eyes away and did not watch as they began skinning them. She gathered up the blankets in her arms and smiled wanly at Ashton as he appeared with an opposum skin, having skinned it where he had shot it. |

| "I found several ant hills," Sasha said, walking on past Ashton. "I hope they will do, for I refuse to look for more. I cannot see why I must bother. As far as I'm concerned, ants are as bad as fleas." |

| "Sweet darlin', ants eat fleas," Ashton said, taking the blankets from her arms and slinging them over his shoulder. "And so we shall give them a feast they will never forget." |

| "I still don't see how," Sasha said, feverishly itching her stomach. "I think the fleas are on me to stay!" |

| "Well, I must admit that we can't use the same technique to rid ourselves of the fleas as we use on the blankets," Ashton said, chuckling. Over his shoulder he nodded to the men who were following, also carrying their opossum skins. "But first things first." |

| When they reached the ant hills, she watched in silent awe as Ashton went through the procedure which he vowed would take care of the flea problem on the blankets. First he and his men spread the blankets out on the ant hills. After that, they put the opossum skins over the blankets, fleshy side up. |

| "The fleas will go for the opossum skin, but the |

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