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| Chapter Eight |

| Rocking gently back and forth with her horse's stride, Sasha traveled in silence a few yards back from Ashton. She refused to look his way. They had not spoken at breakfast, nor did she expect they would speak when they stopped and made camp for the evening. In one of Ashton's wide-brimmed hats and in his borrowed clothes that were twice her size, she felt no less comical than she had expected. Though she had rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and the legs of her breeches, and a rope secured the breeches at her waist, they were still so large and bulky they almost swallowed her whole. |

| She knew that she was a sight, but Ashton had not laughed and teased her about it today. He was ignoring her as much as she was ignoring him. Their brief sensual moments together had placed a barrier between themperhaps so high a barri- |

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