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

her eyes had stopped searching the room for what came next. She had not been afraid then. Wade almost wished she had been. Fear would have meant she still had something left to resist.

This mare had that same emptied-out look.

Wade moved closer to the fence. The broker snorted behind him, but Wade ignored him and slid one scarred hand between the rails.continue reading …