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

He moved with her, keeping himself between her and Mallory, one hand lifted toward the man now.

“Back up,” Wade said.

Mallory smiled in a way that did not reach any human place in him. “You’re interfering with recovery of stolen property.”

“No,” Wade said. “I’m keeping you from killing her twice.”

Ralston’s face hardened a little. “That’s enough.”

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