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| by God, I will not depart from your sheep station without him." |

| Trembling, Sasha inched up beside Ashton. "You say that Tobias is your grandson," she said, her voice breaking. "Though we will not let you take him with you, before you go I would like to know exactly how you came up with this plan to get our son from us. You had to know that it would not workthat we would never hand Tobias over to you, or anyone." |

| "By birthright he is not your son," Silas stated flatly. "He is Bianca Whitelaw's son." |

| "Yes, we know that," Sasha said, growing agitated. She held Tobias more snugly in her arms, aware that Superintendent Howland's beady eyes were on him, watching him, studying him. "What does that have to do with you?" |

| Ashton gave Sasha a quick glance, then glared down at Silas. "Enough of this," he said, yanking a revolver from his holster. "I see no need to go any further with this conversation. I told you beforeturn that buggy around and get the hell off my property." |

| Silas was not dissuaded by the threat of the revolver. He gave Ashton a icy stare, then smiled slowly as he looked back at the child. "What does Bianca being Tobias's true mother have to do with me?" he drawled. "Bianca is my daughter." |

| The confession came to Sasha as though someone had slapped her. She teetered for a moment, then felt Ashton's strong arm around her waist, steadying her. |

| Ashton was taken aback, again rendered speechless by what Silas had revealed. He leveled his aim at the man's chest. "I don't want to hear any more of |

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