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| that she had been able to sway his opinions so easily! |

| He exhaled a frustrated breath, for the first time ever feeling awkward with Sasha's stubbornness. It was all right to display it when it was just between the two of thembut not when they had a damn audience! |

| "We've talked enough this morning," he fussed, turning away from Sasha and Crispin. He went into his tent and started throwing bedding gear from inside it. "Get the hell to work, Crispin. The kangarooers probably are up at the crack of dawn doing their dirty work, and here we are just standing around talking like we've no better thing to do!" |

| Sasha eyed the stakes that held up the tent. She giggled behind her hand, knowing of a sure-fire way to get Ashton's mood changed back to something more amiable. She smiled into Crispin's angry eyes, wanting to get him in on the mischief, also. It was bad enough to envision what might lie ahead of them, without everyone riding out to search for the kangarooers with long faces and set jaws. She wanted to lighten up everyone's moodnot only Ashton's. |

| "Help me. Crispin," she said, bending to a knee to yank on one of the stakes that supported the tent. |

| Crispin scratched his brow idly. "But Ashton ain't left the tent yet," he said, arching an eyebrow. |

| "I know," Sasha said, grunting as she yanked and pulled. She paused for a moment and smiled over her shoulder at Crispin. "That's the general idea, Crispin. Now are you going to help me or not?" |

| "But, why, ma'am?" Crispin said, fidgeting nervously with the handle of his holstered pistol. |

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