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

not quite a whinny and not quite a scream.

Wade turned his back on the men and faced her.

“Easy,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Easy, June.”

She tried to move away from Mallory again, dragging Wade half a step with her. He did not yank the rope. He lifted one hand and touched the side of her neck, rubbing slow circles into the hollow place below her continue reading …