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| did not tell her that his main concern was her. He did not want her in the middle of a major confrontation between two retired bushrangers. Her life was already in enough danger because of him! |

| "But he'll slip up soon enough," Crispin said, slapping the handle of his holstered revolver, holding firmly onto his rifle with the other. "And then he'll have hell to pay." |

| "For now, let's go home," Ashton said, taking Sasha by the arm and leading her to her horse. "We've got to see if things are all right there. Who knows what Stanford Sidwell has been up to while we've been gone." |

| Sasha looked up at him and heaved a heavy sigh. "Yes, let's," she murmured. "I wish that I had never left." |

| Ashton lifted her up into her saddle, wanting so badly to say that he had told her sobut too happy that she had not been harmed by her decision to scold her. |

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