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| reassure her. "I'm around for a while longer, sweet darlin', so you'd just better get used to me." |

| "And you think I'm not?" Sasha shouted back. |

| "I certainly hope so," Ashton said, laughing into the wind. |

| Sasha's gaze went to the white scar. She wanted to question him about it, but knew this was not the right time. The wild wind and rain seemed bent on destroying as much of the camp as it could, as though purposely trying to make everyone return to the life that they had left behind in Melbourne. |

| But Sasha hoped that it would take more than winds and rains to send Ashton back to being a pubkeep, she his tavern maid. Their journey had just begun into the unknown and she wanted nothing to stand in the waynot even unanswered questions about the man she now knew she loved. |

| Suddenly the squall subsided as quickly as it had begun, but not before it had turned the whole encampment into a rain-lashed bog. |

| "The storm is over so quickly?" Sasha exclaimed, moving away from Ashton's horse. She looked incredulously around her. The sun was standing high above the treetops. The drenched ground was steaming. |

| "Not any too soon," Ashton grumbled, giving his horse one last pat before turning to assess the damage done to the camp. His eyes narrowed when he heard the rush of water through the trees and he discovered that the river was in flooda river that must be crossed to continue their journey. |

| Sasha heard Ashton whisper several obscenities beneath his breath and followed his gaze to see why he was angry. She gasped when she saw the raging |

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