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

still sitting somewhere in the north lot, if it existed at all. The tax bill would still be on the table when he got home. The tractor would still be dead in the pasture.

Behind him, in a rusted trailer with bad tires, stood a dying white mare he had bought with the last bit of cash he had.

Wade pulled slowly out of the yard and turned toward home.

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