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| Chapter Twenty-Eight |

| THE OUTBACK THE HOMESTEAD |

| The carefree days and nights away from The Homestead were now like a dream to Sasha. As soon as she and Ashton arrived home it seemed that they stepped right back into a nightmareone that seemed endless. Stirred by the spiraling updrafts of wind known as willy willies, a haze of red dust hung over their sheep station; their pastureland was scorched by the sun stretching into a dusty horizon. |

| Blowing a stray strand of sweat-dampened hair back from her eyes, Sasha stood at the kitchen table filled with a hopeless disgust. "Oh, Ashton, nothing will keep even overnight anymore," she groaned, staring down at the meat laid out before her eyes on the table. She turned her head away, shuddering. "This meat that we butchered last night? It'sit's crawling with maggots." |

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