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
Dunning looked past him at June. The mare had calmed slightly now that Mallory was no longer advancing, but she stayed pressed close to Wade, her head low, one eye fixed on the stranger she feared most.
“That’s Silver Sonnet,” Dunning said.
Mallory’s jaw worked once. “That animal was stolen from my farm.”
