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 morning sun caught in her mane, turning the clean strands almost silver.
When she reached the fence, she lowered her head over the top rail and breathed into Wade’s jacket. Then she pressed her muzzle against the center of his chest, firm and quiet, right over the place that had hurt for so long he had nearly mistaken pain for permanence.
