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| "Ready to go back to woman chores?" he taunted, seeing exhaustion in her eyes. "The day has just begun here with the sheep, you know. Perhaps you need to go back to making bread. It doesn't take as much muscle." |

| Sasha placed her hands on her hips and gave Ashton a set stare. "I would like to challenge that statement," she declared. "Kneading dough takes a lot of muscle." |

| "I am sure that it does," Ashton said, reaching for her arm and feeling around for her muscle. "But sweet darlin', where is that muscle you are bragging about?" |

| She yanked her arm away, and her cheeks coloring with a blush. Ashton's eyes raked over her disheveled breeches and the wet shirt that clung to her breasts. "As I see it, today part of you could answer to the name Spike, the other to" |

| Sasha did not give him the chance to continue his teasings. She spun around on a booted heel and stamped toward the tubbo shed, where the sheep were being taken for shearing. |

| Ashton chuckled beneath his breath, repositioned his hat on his head, and sauntered after her. Once inside the shearing shed, they stood aside and watched the shearing take place in the twenty-six stands, as the men worked quickly and skillfully at their craft. |

| "Sheepshearers are the most respected group of manual workers in Australia," Ashton explained to Sasha, admiring the shearers under their employ. "It is not simply a means of making moneyit is a competition with each man bidding to be the champion, or ringer, as some call themselves." |

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