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| the child's mother in every sense of the word! |

| Eyeing Stanford warily, then the pistols holstered at his hips, Bianca knew that one day soon she would have to be brave enough to go up against the man and his weapons with her only weapona knife. But she had one thing in her favor that even Stanford didn't know about her. At one time in her life she had lived with a circus performera knife thrower. He had taught her many ways to throw a knife. Even today she could flip a knife through the air so quickly it seemed to be only a smear in the sky. And never had she missed her target! |

| Smiling to herself, Bianca moved to her feet and walked heavily to the entrance of the cave. Not that far from where she stood, a dingo was running down a grey kangaroo, closing in for the kill. The dingo was killing for its survival, just as she would kill for her child's survival. |

| She looked into the distance. The hot, wild wind was raising dust into a vivid sunset. |

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