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| rolled up a shirt sleeve and examined his arm. "I see no rash. But I do" He gasped. |

| Sasha moved her horse toward Ashton's. "Ashton, what is it?" she asked, having seen that he had discovered something on his arm. "What did you find?" |

| "Fleas," Ashton said in disgust. Then he shouted as he looked incredulously up at Sasha. "Damn fleas! I'm infested with fleas!" |

| Sasha drew her reins taut and stopped her horse. "Fleas?" she said, a shudder of distaste rushing through her. |

| She looked quickly down at her arm as she rolled her sleeve up, then gasped anew, for even though they were no larger than the head of a pin, she could make out the little black pests jumping along her flesh. |

| "Lord," she whispered, paling. When she thought of all the places on her that were itching, she felt an urge to retch. |

| Fleas! |

| "I've heard about bush fleas," Ashton said, dismounting. He secured his horse's reins on a tree limb, then began unloading his belongings from the horse. "Seems we have quite a battle on our hands." |

| Sasha dismounted. "Ashton, I'm willing to do anything to get rid of these dratted things," she said, screwing her face up in a frown. "Tell me! I'll do it!" |

| "First we've got to figure out where the fleas came from," Ashton said, spreading his bedding out on the ground. He knelt on a knee and examined it. His jaw tightened as he glanced up at Sasha. "These blankets are full of them." He nodded toward her neatly bundled pack on the back of her horse. "Get |

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