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| forests. She ached unmercifully all over, so much that it had been hard for her to slip from the saddle to put her feet on solid ground. |

| But she was glad to be able to discard the sweat-stained hat for the evening so that her hair could breathe again as it hung loose and free around her shoulders and down her back. |

| "Hey, Spike," Ashton said, drawing Sasha's head quickly up. "Want a refill on the stew or tea?" |

| Sasha gazed angrily at him as he stood over a smoking stewpot, busily ladling himself a refill of the kangaroo stew into his tin plate. "I asked you not to call me that," she snapped, startled at her snippiness. Normally she did not become annoyed at anyone so quicklyespecially Ashton. |

| But she had been on a horse all day fighting off fatigue and all sorts of insects stinging her face and neck, and now all she had for tending to her private needs was her bush bathroom. |

| What respectable woman wouldn't be irritated and short tempered? |

| She was definitely in no mood to be teased. |

| She glanced from side to side, hearing the snickering of the men who were lounging around the fire, either eating or smoking. She especially did not want those complete strangers to get in on the taunting! It was bad enough that because of them she did not feel free to take the bath she needed so badly. |

| She then gazed angrily up at Ashton again, who was now pouring himself a tin cup of tea from a billy. |

| "As I said before, I don't find that nickname |

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