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

have made a mistake. When it came up the same way, she closed the laptop halfway and looked toward the shed.

“What?” Wade asked.

“Where did you say you bought her?”

“Briar Creek Stockyards. Cull pen. Broker had her headed to a meat buyer.”

“How much did you pay?”

“Two hundred dollars.”

Lena’s eyes came back to him. The easy warmth she had carried into the continue reading …