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| Chapter Eighteen |

| As lightning flared overhead in continuous flashes, Sasha urged her horse into a canter up a slope where yellow grass waved. She drew Cloud to a halt atop one of the low ridges that, in this country, was as close as one got to a hill. From this vantage point she searched the river for a crossing point, knowing that Stanford had to have found a way since he had arrived at the sheep station more than once with his horse and buggyand Bianca had also found a way across, somewhere. |

| Smiling, Sasha spied a ford where the river consisted of caked clay to the other side and a thick row of acacias lined its southeast bank. "That ought to do it," she whispered to herself. Clucking to her horse, she gave the reins a slap. |

| Blowing out a snort, Cloud galloped toward the river. There, Sasha's spine stiffened, hoping that she |

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