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| ognizing the voice and relieved because of it. It was Ashton! |

| Yet, when he realized who he had just captured, she knew there would be hell to pay. |

| But wasn't it time to give up her charade, anyhow? They were far enough from home for Ashton not to send her back after scolding her! |

| As the hand slipped away from her mouth, Sasha smiled devilishly to herself. What if she played this game just a bit longer? It was apparent that the moonlight had not yet given away her true identity to Ashton. In her breeches, and with her hat covering her head and shadowing her face, she could go on teasing him indefinitely. |

| Except she did not dare take it too far. His finger could get itchy on the trigger of his revolver. . . . |

| Cloud whinnied suddenly, drawing Ashton's attention away from Sasha. Beneath the covering of the clouds earlier, he had not seen the reined horse. But now, the moonlight so bright and revealing, Cloud was plain to see and looked like a great white ghost against the backdrop of night. |

| "What?" Ashton exclaimed, lowering his revolver. "Cloud? Damn it, I'd know that horse anywhere!" |

| Knowing that her game was up, Sasha turned slowly around and faced Ashton. She slipped her hat off and looked up at him, her eyes dancing. |

| Ashton glared down at her, his gaze taking in her attire, and then the mischief in her eyes. "You never learn, do you?" he finally said, his own eyes stormy. "Here you are in men's clothing again, and this time you almost got your head blown off because of it." |

| He twirled his revolver into its holster and grabbed Sasha roughly by the shoulders. "What are |

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