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| I'm going to give you a beating you'll never forget." |

| Bianca knew better than to beg for mercy. That always made Stanford inflict more pain than when she took her punishment in silence. |

| But with every beating and tongue lashing, her hate for him swelled. In time, she would reach her limits, and she hoped she would have the courage to make him pay then. |

| The first drop of rain hit Sasha's face just as her horse gained a solid footing after successfully crossing the river again without a mishap. Badly wanting to reach home before the worst of the storm hit, she gave the reins a slap. One lightning bolt after another flashed overhead in lurid zigzags, and then it was as though the heavens had been ripped open by the lightning when the rain began to fall in a torrent. |

| Soaked to the bone, Sasha pressed her heels into the flanks of her horse, leaning low over its wild and flying mane. The wind was blowing and howling around her, threatening to topple her from the saddle. Bits and pieces of debris sailed past her, some hitting her face in stinging bites. |

| "At last!" she cried, seeing through the haze of rain the fence that outlined her sheep station. She slapped her reins again, sending her horse into a harder gallop. She locked her knees to the horse, trying not to slip from the wet saddle. |

| Finally within the safe confines of the fence, she rode onward, not unaware of the commotion around her. Through the sheets of rain she could see many horsemen trying to keep the frightened sheep and cattle from scattering. A sick feeling |

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