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

warmed the back of his neck.

“She didn’t ask to be ruined,” Wade said.

Cal’s expression shifted, but only slightly. A kinder man might have softened. Cal only looked more uncomfortable. “No, and you didn’t ask to lose Maggie either. That doesn’t mean you can save every broken thing that ends up in front of you.”

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