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Little Heather's POV:

I was gloomy and quiet the next morning, Sawyer had gotten up finally and my mom looked more than satisfied with the escape of Sheridan because she'd prayed for his death in some sort of way. My mother now scared me a lot. I saw her in a completely different way.

We were having breakfast when all of a sudden, an employee came in.

"Ma'am?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"The horse that was stolen just came running into the ranch. We've taken it back to the stable."

Mom smiled. I knew why. She probably thought Dove had deserted Sheridan.

"Thank you."

The employee left.

I knew...