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

the mare.

June’s ears flattened again. She tucked her head against Wade’s shoulder as if trying to fold herself behind him. Wade slid one arm around the front of her neck, not restraining her, only letting her feel him there.

Mallory looked at Dunning, then at the sheriff, then at the folder on the hood of the cruiser. His hands were shaking now, though continue reading …