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

number. Sheriff, I expect you to enforce the law.”

June’s head shot up at his voice.

The change in her was immediate and violent. She jerked backward, ears pinned flat, nostrils wide. Her injured leg slipped in the damp grass, and she nearly went down before catching herself against the pull of the lead rope. A raw, breathless sound came out of her throat,continue reading …