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

wallet and held it where the sheriff could see.

“Sheriff Ralston,” he said. “Mark Dunning. State insurance-fraud division. I’m assigned to a joint agricultural claims investigation.”

The sheriff frowned. “This is a county theft complaint.”

“I’m aware.” Dunning turned to Mallory. “Mr. Mallory, good to see you again.”

Mallory went still.

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