The broke old farmer bought the dying mare for $200. Then the millionaire arrived with a sheriff-and the horse hid behind the old man like she knew exactly who had hurt her

for a while. It would buy hay, fix the tractor properly, replace the back gutter, maybe even keep Wade from having to sell the north acreage before winter. It was not a fortune to a man like Preston Mallory. To Wade, it was breathing room.

From the small pasture near the shed, June gave a low nicker. She had heard voices and wanted to know where Wade continue reading …