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| Chapter Three |

| ONE MONTH LATER |

| Standing at a mirror in her drab room across the corridor from Ashton's above York's Pub, Sasha gazed at her reflection. She giggled as she ran her hands down the loose-fitting red woolen shirt, and then the trousers that hung loosely from her body and were secured at the waist with a length of rope. Would Ashton even recognize her once she plopped the wide-brimmed kangaroo-hide hat on her head? Down to the shining new boots on her feet she looked like a manthe best way for a lone woman to travel with a group of men into the outback. |

| She eyed the scissors that lay on a table beside her bed, then looked back at her reflection in the mirror and ran her fingers through her lustrously long hair. Without it she would feel naked. |

| Yet, wouldn't it be a bother on the journey? To |

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