The pretty fifteen-year-old had saddled up for an afternoon ride and never come back.
She was gone. So was her horse. Left behind was a splintered fence. The tracks of a pickup truck. A discarded riding boot. And a great deal of blood.
As a ...
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She was gone. So was her horse. Left behind was a splintered fence. The tracks of a pickup truck. A discarded riding boot. And a great deal of blood.
As a ...
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