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| "I . . . don't know," Bianca softly cried. |

| "Of course you wouldn't," Stanford hissed. Then he smiled slowly, his eyes gleaming. "Well, half-breed whore, I'm going to teach you not to lie to me. I don't want no bastard child running around my sheep station!" |

| Bianca's back was to the wall now. She placed her hands to her cheeks, her eyes wild. "What are you going to do?" she asked desperately. |

| "Teach you obedience," Stanford said, reaching to yank his belt from his breeches. |

| Bianca tried to run away from him, but she wasn't quick enough. The first blow from the belt landed right across her abdomen. |

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