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

“Sounds like he might.” Cal rested his arm on the open window. “Couldn’t happen to a nicer man.”

Wade looked toward the pasture where June grazed under the maples, her white coat bright against the russet grass. “No,” he said. “I guess not.”

Cal cleared his throat. “Lena said you may get dragged into some hearings.”

“Probably.”

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