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| cause? He did not look even capable of pulling the trigger of a gun. |

| "Why have you come?" Ashton asked, his hands resting on his holstered revolvers. "How did you find out where I lived and the name I now go by?" |

| "Did you think that you could keep your identity from me?" Silas Howland said, his voice thin and dry. "It took me a while, but I finally found out where you and your wife established a sheep station." |

| He frowned up at Ashton. "I also know that you are raising my grandson," he said, gazing past Ashton to Sasha and Tobias standing in the shadow of the opened door. "I've come to lay claim to him." |

| "You've what?" Ashton exclaimed, paling. "What is this about a grandson?" |

| Silas smiled crookedly. "You chose to call him Tobias?" he said. "I think that name will suit him just fine once I give him my last name." |

| Ashton was stunned speechless by what Silas's continued ramblings were disclosing. He looked quickly back at Sasha and realized that she had also heard, for never had he seen her so pale and stunned. |

| His gaze moved to Tobias and something tugged at his heart. Then he turned back to Silas. "You don't know what you're saying," he said, his voice drawn. "Now get that damn buggy turned around and get the hell off my property. I think the lead of my bullet did more than cripple you. It turned you into a mindless fool." |

| "No matter what you think of me, Lawrence, I have come for my grandson," Silas hissed. "He belongs to me. And you owe me, Lawrence. Your |

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