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| who I am, I most certainly will fool any other men who may pass by us on our way in search of land for our sheep station." |

| Ashton took the hat from Sasha and tossed it on the bed. He lifted her hand up to his eyes and gazed at her empty ring finger. "Just as I thought," he said. "You hocked your ring to buy this outfit." His eyes implored her. "You didn't tell me you were going to do that. We could've come up with some spare money, somehow, to buy the clothes." |

| Sasha kicked out a leg. "And boots," she said proudly. "Aren't they grand, Ashton?" |

| "Sasha, the ring," Ashton persisted. "You cherished it. I am amazed that you parted with it. Are you sure you truly don't mind having done so?" |

| A strange sort of pain circled Sasha's heart as she recalled the exact moment the ring had been given to her. A promise ringa promise ring given to her by a liar! |

| "I had no further use for it," she said, swinging away from Ashton. She picked up the scissors and stood before the mirror again. "Now do I? Or don't I?" |

| "Do you or don't you what?" Ashton said, aghast at what she was considering doing, pretending that he didn't know. |

| "Just a few snips, Ashton, and I wouldn't have to be bothered with my long hair any longer," Sasha teased, giving him a sidewise glance. She knew that he adored her hair. She had seen him admiring it often enough. The one time he had woven his fingers through it had been done with such reverence! "Wouldn't it be simpler, Ashton, just to cut my hair and throw it away?" |

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