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| Chapter Eleven |

| A fire was burning low and cozy in the fire-place. Sasha was sitting on the floor beside Ashton enjoying the first night in their new home. They were drinking champagne from tin cups. The bubbly, effervescent drink seemed to be out of place in the rustic cabin, yet it was still fitting as a symbol that they had met their dreams head-on and now looked to a future of even more adventures and challenges. |

| Attired in a yellow cotton dress, smelling fresh and clean from the river water, her stomach comfortably full, Sasha smiled to herself when she remembered how proud Crispin had been when he had ladled out a large dish of his kangaroo stew for her. Not wanting to hurt his feelings about the supper he had prepared for her and Ashton, Sasha had forced herself to eat the stew, though everything |

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