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| used to ford the river, she might not be able to make it back across safely. She did not want to be forced to swim across. If the water deepened due to the storm, the rapids could become fierce. She had almost lost her life once already due to crazed waters in the outback! |

| Stanford quickly thought up a lie that could seem convincing enough. "She ain't there right now," he said quickly. "Early every mornin' she comes to my cabin and prepares my breakfast and cleans things up for me." He chuckled beneath his breath. "You might call her my maid." |

| "Oh?" Sasha said, forking an eyebrow. "Then would you please tell her that I am here? I don't have long. The storm is getting closer. I fear it is going to be a bad one." |

| "We can't have you gettin' more scared by the storm, can we?" Stanford taunted. He spun around and walked toward his cabin. "I'll get Bianca, but don't keep her long. I've better things for her to do than to waste time in idle chit-chat with you." |

| Sasha frowned. Something deep within her made her believe that Bianca was not in Stanford's cabin in the capacity of a maid at all. He was too possessive of her. |

| And was the child his instead of a sheepherder's? |

| Was Bianca even married to a sheepherder? |

| Sasha could not sort out the truth among what seemed to be too many deceptions. |

| Stanford stormed into the cabin. He grabbed Bianca by the hair and yanked her face close to his as he leaned down into it. "You bitch," he hissed. "You didn't tell me that you were at the river with |

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