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| bullet robbed me of my youthful body and I have been forced to live the life of a twisted old man ever since. I can never father another child. I want an heir. Tobias is my heir! I demand that you give him to me!" |

| Sasha could not bear to stand by any longer and only listen. Clutching Tobias, she stepped out on the porch beside Ashton. Dry-mouthed, she glowered down at the twisted old man, feeling no pity for him since she knew exactly why Ashton had been forced to shoot him those years ago. This man had lived off the poor. He was rich because he took from the poor! |

| And now he wanted to take her son away? |

| She turned her eyes slowly to Ashton's revolvers. If not for Tobias in her arms, she would have been tempted to finish what Ashton had failed to do. |

| "How could you on God's earth lay claim to this boy?" Ashton asked, taking a step closer to Silas, his hands clasping more tightly to the handles of his revolvers. "Is this how you chose to make me pay for crippling you? For having taken the chest of riches from your house? By making up a crazed story of being this child's grandfather? I would have expected you to come and demand to be told where I hid the chestnot to take away what is so precious to my heart." |

| "I care not for the chest," Silas grumbled. "I lost interest in it the day I realized that I would not have the opportunity to freely spend what was inside it. I had planned to sail the seas with beautiful women at my side. Now I rarely venture further than from my bed to my parlor. Coming to the outback to get my grandson is very daring for me, to say the least. And, |

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