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| patterned landscapes laid out under a cerulean sky. |

| "And then there is now," Sasha fussed aloud, her stomach aching from emptiness. She looked skyward, glad to see the moon slipping out from behind the clouds, lighting the ground and trees around her. |

| She surveyed the land around her, then her eyes widened and her mouth watered. Not that far away, in a growth of tangles and silence, were what some Australians referred to as an exotic plaguevines of blackberries crowding out tree ferns. |

| Tossing her blanket aside, Sasha rushed to the vines and began plucking the round, thick, juicy morsels, eagerly plopping them into her mouth. They not only fed her hunger, but quenched her thirst! |

| Then she felt her heart drop to her feet when a hand clasped suddenly over her mouth, and another grabbed her around the waist. Her eyes were wild with fear. In her haste to get nourishment, she had left her rifle beside the tree! |

| She started to fight back but stood perfectly still when, all cold and menacing, the barrel of a revolver was thrust against her back. |

| "You've strayed a mite too far from the rest of the kangarooers, haven't you?" the man said in a low growl. "When I came to pluck some of these berries that I saw before making camp, I didn't plan to find something even more valuable. When I slip my fingers from your mouth easy-like, tell me where Ajax is making campor else when tomorrow comes you won't be in any shape to tell anyone anything." |

| Sasha's eyes widened above the heavy hand, rec- |

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