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| dangle his money before the prospectors' eyes and tell them how they can make big money fast." |

| "How?" Sasha asked, unable to keep from being intrigued by the stranger with the smooth, flamboyant manner. But she knew to be wary of him. Any man who sported such wealth was not to be trusted. She had trusted Woodrow Rutherford. |

| Ashton gave Sasha a quiet, disbelieving stare, wishing that she wasn't so innocent and sweet. Now that Stanford had shown up, the man would stop at nothing to learn all of Ashton's movements since they had had their last fiery entanglement. Sasha was going to be suckered into liking the maninto trusting him! And there wasn't one damn thing Ashton could do about it, short of killing the son-of-a-bitch confidence man. Stanford Sidwell had been a thorn in Ashton's side in the past and was surely planning to sink deeper and deeper into his flesh now, until he got what he wanted. |

| Information. |

| Information that could make the confidence man richer than anyone ever dreamed possible! |

| "Sasha, haven't you heard anything I've said about that man?" Ashton groaned. "He'd sell his own mother if he could make a profit on the transaction." He glowered as he watched Stanford in action. "Just look at him. I can just hear his spiel. He's probably selling one of those prospectors the sundial in the city garden, or offering to sell him a gold brick in a brown paper wrapper for a ten dollar note. You can bet he's got a dozen tricks up his sleeves tonight." |

| "I can see why you didn't want him in your pub," |

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