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| gy is needed to keep up with you," Sasha said, now fully clothed except for her boots. She sat down on the floor and began yanking one on, then stopped and smiled mischievously up at him. "In bed, or otherwise." |

| Ashton shook his head, then laughed as she came to him and locked an arm through his. "I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I brought you in from the streets and made you my partner, did I?" |

| "I think not," Sasha said, smiling sweetly up at him. "And you're not sorry, are you?" |

| He gazed down at her. "Sweet darlin', what do you think?" he said, his eyes filled with affection. |

| Sasha felt his love for her clean from her head to her toes. |

| The newborn lambs had been put with their mothers in a separate pen, making sure that the ewes mothered them. Several waterholes had been dug close to the tubbo shed, the place that had been erected specifically for shearing the sheep. Every shearer, shed-hand, and roustabout was busy today with the shearing. |

| Along with Crispin, Sasha helped hold a sheep in a waterhole while Ashton scrubbed it. The same process was going on all around them as many sheep bleated and cried. |

| Then Sasha stepped aside, her whole front drenched, as Crispin and Ashton wrestled the sheep into a dry pen, where the ground was thickly covered with the boughs of gum trees. |

| Ashton stepped to Sasha's side and smiled down at her, wiping a bead of perspiration from his brow. |

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