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

moved to the right side, slower this time, gliding the scanner beneath the tangled fall of mane.

The device beeped.

June flinched. Wade murmured to her and rubbed the hollow behind her jaw until she settled.

Lena looked down at the numbers on the scanner screen. Fifteen digits glowed in black. “There she is.”

She copied the number onto her clipboard, then continue reading …