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| Chapter Twenty-Three |

| Sasha was slouched over and weaving in the saddle. Her eyes jerked open as she caught herself falling asleep again. Forcing herself to straighten up in the saddle, she looked woefully at Ashton as he rode determinedly ahead of her. He had refused to stop for the night. Hate for Stanford Sidwell had kept him riding onward, and not trusting Stanford's intentions after he had sent them all on a wild goose chase, he dreaded what he might find back at The Homestead. Although several hands had stayed behind to guard the sheep station, it seemed nothing could stop Stanford in his search for vengeance against Ashton York. |

| The sun was at the midpoint in the sky, hot on Sasha's skin as its heat penetrated her clothes. She drew her hat farther down on her brow, glad to be |

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