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| that had been used to remove the bullet from his flesh. In due time, when he least expected it, she would plunge the knife into the evil man and end his life. She would protect Sasha at all costs, for whether Bianca lived or died, she had already decided that Sasha would raise her child. Her child deserved a better life than she had been given. Her child would be raised in a home filled with love. Her child would be respected! |

| "Help me get the gear inside the cave," Stanford ordered. |

| Bianca went to the horse and removed the saddlebag. Somehow, she felt suddenly filled with hope. If Sasha and Ashton were to one day be the recipient of a chest filled with treasure, wouldn't her child also share in this wealth? |

| She turned and frowned at Stanford. Yes, he had to die, but it must be at a time that would hurt him the most. |

| Perhaps just when he thought he was going to get his hands on the chest . . .? |

| She smiled and carried the saddlebag toward the dark hole in the ground, not even caring when she saw a rodent scampering from inside it. |

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