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

papers.”

“Then scan her,” Mallory snapped. “And arrest him if he refuses to release her.”

At the word arrest, Wade finally turned. “You’re not loading her.”

Mallory stepped closer to the fence. “I don’t need your permission.”

June reared back as much as her leg allowed. The motion sent pain through her body so visibly that Wade felt it in his own bones.continue reading …