Maddox was twenty-seven when she first met Lee Jordan. She was
working at a gas station on an isolated stretch of US 29 between
Lynchburg and Charlottesville. One sweltering summer night, she
was perched on her high stool behind the counter waiting for her
six-to-midnight shift to end. All at once, a truck screeched to
a halt in the parking lot. A tall man strode through the door
and hurried to the beer cooler. He threw some money on the counter,
drumming his fingers until she gave him the change. Then he jumped
into the idling truck and roared away. She had time to notice
how handsome he was. His hair, cut short on the sides but hanging
in a long curly mass on his neck, was really blond, not dyed the
ugly yellow many of the local boys affected. He had a blonde mustache,
wide-set blue eyes, and a hawkish nose that had probably been
broken at least twice.
Yawning, she went back to the photographs of almost-nude movie
stars flaunting their surgically-enhanced breasts in the tabloid
shed been reading.
The next time he came in, he lingered at the register.
Hot tonight, he muttered.
Yes. Crippled all her life by shyness, it was all
Kaley could manage. He stared at her for
a moment. Her dark eyes looked anxiously back from a thin face
framed by straight hair as black as one of those no-good crows
he liked to shoot. Her brown skin, he noticed, had a copper tone.
High cheekbones, too. Mixed blood in her family, he guessed. Didnt
bother him the way it did some people.
He kept talking. Something to do, a diversion to put off going
back to his lonely house in the woods.
Got any aspirin? Powerful headache tonight.
Over there by the door.
He couldnt find it. Could you show me?
She came out from behind the counter. Now he could see all of
her. She had a body like a boys. Under the snowy white tee
shirt and clean, pressed jeans, there was just the hint of breasts.
Lee was intrigued. Usually, he was attracted by blowsy, bottle-blond
bimbos who could be depended on to give him what he wanted without
too much effort on his part.
Without a word, she went back to her seat.
Are you from around here? he said, lounging at her
Born in Nelson County.
How come I didnt see you before?
Ive only been working here a couple of months.
Whatd you do before that?
Worked at a nursing home. Still do, during the day.
Amused, he asked, How come you work so hard, girl?
Only way to get ahead.
When he didnt leave, she asked in a wary voice, What
do you do?
Buy, train, sell horses.
Her face lighted up.
Thats one reason I work so hard, she said. I
want to buy myself a horse, a good one.
Yeah? What kind?
I dont know yet. When I get enough money, Ill
start looking around.
Do you know how to ride?
Learned on my fathers farm.
Just then several trucks pulled in. She stood to attention as
the drivers came in to pay for their gas and browse for potato
chips or beer nuts to go with their brew of choice.
Lee slipped out.
was back several nights later. This time he learned she lived
alone, her parents long since dead. She was guarded about them.
He thought hed better not inquire how her mother and father
died. Instead, he asked if she would like to see his horses on
Saturday. Hed meet her in the parking lot and guide her
back into the woods to his place.
Kaley took a minute to answer. She knew Lee probably thought she
was easy. Hed try to get her into bed. That was what these
guys did. She knew how to deal with that. But she was curious
about the horses.
Sure, she said.
Saturday, she put on her new jeans and a pretty blue top shed
bought at a consignment store in Lynchburg. True to his word,
Lee was waiting for her at the gas station. She followed his old
dusty truck down an obscure country road to the ramshackle farmhouse
he rented. In the pasture were half a dozen horses. From the look
of their glossy coats, Lee was feeding them well. But Kaleys
sharp eyes picked out several with healed-over wounds. When she
asked about it, he said, Barbwire. Horses always walkin
She thought no more about it, then, because two horses approached
her with bobbing heads. She put her hand up for them to smell.
Soon she was rubbing their long necks, and then one horse quietly
put his head on her chest and stayed that way for several minutes.
The other rubbed his head on her arm like a cat. Lee took this
all in, not liking it.
He moved suddenly, causing the animals to bolt.
Want to have some coffee in the house? he asked.
Here it comes, Kaley thought, and followed him through
the door with its bulging rusty screen.
Inside the house, Lee showed her around. With no surprise, she
took note of the dirt and the stains, and smelled the mingled
odors of beer and stale food and unwashed sheets and dirty dishes
and plumbing somewhere that had gone wrong. But she liked the
parlors gorgeous stone fireplace and the big, wide window
behind the kitchen sink that looked out to the barn and the surrounding
woods. The floors were in bad shape but they were hardwood. They
could easily be sanded and refinished. Shed done that at
her house, when her father died and she was at last able to fix
up the place to her liking.
As she was looking out the second bedroom window, she felt his
arm slip around her. He put his face against hers for a minute
and then turned her around. She pushed him awayhard.
He was surprised how strong she was.
No. I dont know you. Now, wheres that coffee?
It was instant. At least it was hot.
Guess Ive got to go now, she said about twenty
minutes later. Got a lot of errands to do, being Saturday.
Only day I dont work.
On the porch, she told him politely, Thanks for showing
me the place, Lee, then got into her truck and drove out
of the clearing. He stood there, staring after her, and then shrugged.
Terrell patrolled 29 at night. Hed formed the habit of stopping
in to see Kaley when the evening hours were long and boring. Tonight
he headed his cruiser toward the gas station, nervous about what
he had planned. He was going to ask Kaley to see a movie at River
Ridge Mall in Lynchburg. She was so shy he knew instinctively
from the first he should take it easy, win her confidence before
asking for a date.
When he pulled into the lot, the lighted window where Kaley sat
at her register revealed Lee Jordan draped over the counter. That
no-good, he thought. Oh, God, why is HE interested in Kaley?
Shes not his type.
Bill respected Kaley. He knew a lot more about her than Lee did.
It was common knowledge at the state police barracks that she
took care of her shiftless, alcoholic father after her mother
walked out one day and was never heard from again. Old Man Maddox
was always being pulled over on DWI violations. Kaley would come
to the jail in the morning, pay his fine, and thank the troopers
for taking care of her father. She worked hard at the old folks
home in Lovingston to support them both until Maddox finally died
of a ruined liver.
And Bill knew something else. Ten years older than Kaley, hed
had a lot more experience of life than she. Hed seen other
Kaleys. So deprived of affection from their parents that they
were vulnerable to every no-good who came along. Staring at Lee,
he thought, Hes going to take her down.
Bill liked it that Kaley was kind to all things lost and forlorn,
animals and people both. He remembered the cat that had taken
to hanging around the gas station. Some sadistic kid had poured
battery acid on her side. She healed but had hideous scars. It
took Kaley a long time to get close to the cat but she was finally
able to stroke her. One night she reported to Bill with a rare
smile that she had talked a soft-hearted customer into adopting
the little animal. Another trooper had told Bill about Kaleys
patient and kind care of his grandmother who suffered from Alzheimers.
Shes like that with everybody there, Bill, hed
She was a good person. And he wanted to know her better.
He knew she trusted him, because she had confided some things
about her upbringing that made him sad for her. One night she
told him in a quiet voice, Im, well, I guess Im
proud of what Ive accomplished. Look what Ive got.
I can support myself, Ive fixed up the old house so its
pretty nice, and Ive got ... dreams of more.
Now Bill walked in and received her welcoming smile. Lee noticed
So that fat trooper and Kaley are friends, maybe even more,
he thought, with a sharp pang of jealousy.
Bill bought his usual soda and soon said goodbye, packing his
big body into the cruiser. Pulling out of the lot, he stopped
for a minute to look back at Kaley and Lee in the lighted window.
Their heads were close. I dont stand a chance with her,
he thought, what with the way I look and all. The burly
trooper was self-conscious about his appearance. His hairline
had receded far back from his freckled face, and he was going
to fat, even though he worked out on a regular basis and tried
to watch his diet.
He worried for Kaley. Like everyone at headquarters, he knew all
about Lee Jordan.
weeks after Kaley visited his house, she agreed to go with Lee
to a horse auction in Campbell County. Theyd stopped to
browse in a country store on the way home and shed bought
a little sack of horehound candy for them to share. It had been
fun. Now he wanted to take her to his favorite roadhouse.
Theres dancin there, too, he said.
I dont like places like that. Got better things to
do. And besides, I cant dance.
Well then, will you show me your place?
He wondered what she meant by that. Then a trucker came in for
cigarettes, so Lee thumbed through a girlie magazine until the
He was surprised when Kaley said, The Baptist church down
the road from my house is
having a barbecue chicken dinner Saturday night to raise money
to add a room. Want to go?
You bet, he said. Church food was usually good. And
maybe he could get her to leave early and go to her house, where
hed try again to get her to warm up to him.
Lee was developing an idea in his mind. Be nice to have someone
keep a clean house, he thought to himself, cook some tasty
food, be in bed when I need her. Hed become more and
more impatient with the dirty house and the endless meals of bacon
sandwiches, fried steaks, and frozen French fries he had to cook
himself. It didnt hurt matters that Lee was also attracted
to Kaleys hard, lean body. He couldnt figure out why.
But he was.
night of the church supper was clammy, the humidity oppressive.
Through a gap in her parlor curtains, Kaley watched Lee arrive
and get out of his truck.
He looks good tonight. She liked his cutoffs and the tight
red tee that showed off his muscles. She knew he would try again
to get her to go to bed with him. Probably tonight. And she had
to admit to herself that she was tempted.
She took him on a quick tour of the achingly-clean, modest little
house and then said, We have to go now. She had closed
both bedroom doors. He didnt ask to see those rooms, but
only nodded. He could afford to wait until she was ready.
In the church parking lot where everyone was eating supper, Lee
gallantly paid for them both. He went out of his way to be pleasant,
sociable, and charming. Kaley didnt fail to notice, though,
that a lot of people spoke to her nicely but shunned him. Others
greeted them both politely but didnt stay around to talk.
She closed her mind to what this might mean. She wanted to have
Accepting plates of steaming, smoked chicken from the men with
red faces and streaming eyes standing behind the cooker, Kaley
and Lee went to a long table where they added beans cooked in
molasses, coleslaw dripping in mayonnaise, potato chips, and outsized
chocolate chip cookies, and plucked sodas from the giant washtub
full of ice.
They busied themselves for a while eating, then Lee asked, Ever
been married, Kaley?
She shook her head.
Do ya want to? Have kids?
She took her time in answering, deciding how much to tell him.
Finally she said, Marriage might be OK, I guess. But I cant
have any kids.
Better and better, thought Lee.
He changed the subject then, didnt want to spook her. Played
his prize card.
I heard of a horse for sale at a farm in Franklin County,
he said. Hes a gelding,
Palomino, five years old. Theyre asking only $1500 for him.
Old couple bred him but one of them is sick or something, and
theyre selling out.
He could see she wanted to go.
How about Saturday? Long drive but we could make a day of
Id have to see whether I could afford it, she
said. I wouldnt want to disappoint the old couple
by just looking but not being able to buy. Thatd be mean.
Lee smiled inside, but said earnestly, OK, Ill be
into the gas station this week and you can tell me then.
He felt sure of her. She would go.
Their attention turned to eight cloggers, who were stepping up
on a crude but strong wooden platform that would withstand the
force of their rhythmic dancing. Kaley smiled to watch the high-stepping
ladies with their swirling skirts and petticoats and their agile
After the performance, they drove back to Kaleys house.
At the door, she hesitated. The good food and dancing had only
served to make her more powerfully drawn to Lee than before, but
she still distrusted her feelings.
She smiled. Bye.
He didnt act disappointed but with a grin that dazzled her,
said, See you later this week.
In the truck going home, he thought that now he wanted her worse
than ever, but told himself to wait. Hed stop by Carlenes
trailer on the way home. Shed do anything hed say.
The horse turned out to be a poor buy. Both Kaley and Lee could
see it wasnt right in the hocks. But the long trip in the
truck brought them closer. Kaley opened up a little, telling him
incidents about the old people she cared for, patrons of the gas
station and their quirks. She talked of having a horse farm, breeding
and selling. In return, he told her about his miserable home life
with the fawning mother and unfaithful father. She was sympathetic
and almost told him about her parents, but said to herself, No,
I dont trust him enough yet. I wont tell him.
When he dropped her at her house, she said goodbye at the door
again, liking him even more than last time.
Several months passed. Bill Terrell soon saw the lay of the land.
Hed tried several times to catch Kaley alone so he could
ask her out, but Jordan was always there. He noticed Kaleys
face change when she talked to Lee. It was plain to see shed
been taken in by that no-good.
Finally he decided to tell Kaley what he knew.
One night, he found her alone at the station. It was close to
her quitting time.
Hey, Kaley, he said. Can I talk to you a minute?
Of course. Her smile is so sweet, he thought.
How can I tell her?
He paused, sweating in the humid, fetid air of the store. The
smell of the overflowing garbage in the dumpster wafted in from
the parking lot.
Its about Lee Jordan, he blurted.
Her face closed. What about him?
Hes no good, he burst out, and immediately cursed
himself for being so abrupt. But he rushed on, determined to get
it all out.
Hes been convicted of two DWI violations, he got a
girl pregnant last year and then beat her up when she told him
about the baby, and he cheats people when he sells them horses.
And some say he mistreats his animals.
Kaley looked at him silently, her face unmoving.
Everybody makes mistakes, right, Bill? My dad made mistakes
too, he ...
Kaley, youre not thinking of living with him or marrying
him, are you? I cant stand to think of you with him.
Yes, I am, she confessed.
Bills chest started to ache.
Hes been good to me, she went on. Were
planning our future. Ive always wanted a breeding farm,
you know that. Him and me are going in together. Ive got
a little money saved up, and with the sale of my house, Ill
be able to invest in our business.
Oh, Kaley, no.
Her face softened. Besides, he needs my help. His place
is filthy, he never eats right. And I think I can help him so...he
doesnt make any more mistakes.
Please, Kaley, dont take this chance.
Lee cares about me, and I love him, she said, looking
away from Bills anguished face. Im going to
move to his house soon.
There was a silence. Then Bill finally said, All Ill
say more is you can count on me. If anything happens you cant
handle, call me.
I will, Bill. A long time ago, you gave me your numbers.
See? Ive got them right handy. She showed him the
piece of paper shed taped to the register.
She hurried to put Bills fears at rest. Im not
going to marry him, not just yet. I remember what it was like
with Mama and Daddy, and I dont know if I ever want to marry
Perhaps thats best, Bill replied.
He prepared to go, buying his usual super-large diet cola to last
him the rest of his shift.
He tried hard to bring up a smile as he paid her. You know
I wish you nothing but good luck with Lee, Kaley. Keep my numbers
safe. Ill be there in a shot if you need me. He knew
there was nothing else he could dountil something happened
She waved as he pulled out of the lot and then went back to her
list of what she had to do to wrap up her old life and start a
new one with Lee.
In her mind, she had come to terms with her decision. She knew
Bill was right, that she was taking an awful chance. But she thought
she could make the whole thing work.
Shed been to Lees place many times since the church
supper, planning with him how they could fix up the place and
advance their breeding business. Hed been open about almost
everything, even when she told him she heard hed impregnated
a girl. He admitted to it, but protested so strongly that the
girl was a whore who had led him on that Kaley relented. She wanted
so much to believe him. But when she said he had a reputation
for hurting his horses, he scoffed.
Not true, he said. Dont want to hear that
Could I watch you train them some time? Ive never
seen you do it, she said, running a tender finger over the
little mustache. He usually liked that, but today he brushed her
No, I do that alone. Too dangerous for you to be around.
Then he got up from the couch where they were talking, and dropped
his clothes on the floor.
Come on, baby, lets go to bed.
Although she had given in to his desires many times now, she never
got over the thrill of his lovemaking. So she willingly slipped
out of her clothes, and when he said thickly, Hell, Kaley,
I cant wait no longer, she let him lower her to the
parlor floor. She was awfully glad shed scrubbed it last
new life was a full one. She kept her old habit of working days
at the nursing home and nights at the gas station, so she didnt
get to be with Lee much. He stayed at the farmhouse working with
the horses. One day, she asked Mrs. Harris at the nursing home
if she could have a week off. Shed never asked before. But
she wanted to work on the bathroom. Sure, Kaley. We can
On the first morning she was home, she was washing dishes contentedly
at the kitchen sink after breakfast, gazing through the window
at the barn and the woods beyond. Lee had gone out to tend the
Then an ear-splitting sound shattered the quiet scene. She froze
and listened. Then it came again. It was a horse in terrible pain.
She ran out and down the path to the barn, pushed back the heavy
old doors. The screaming was coming from the new horses
She dashed down the uneven, packed-dirt floor of the center aisle,
forgetting Lees warning never to come in the barn when he
was working with his horses. The stall door stood open. Kaley
watched with horror as Lee whipped the horse. Blood was streaming
from the wounds on the horses back. Lees face was
scarcely human. He looks like a devil, she thought.
Then he saw her. Furiously, he came out, locked the stall, hung
the whip on a peg. Took her arm roughly, hurting her, and hustled
her back up the aisle and outside.
I thought I told you never to come in when Im disciplining
my horses, he snarled. You dont have no business
in there. You get in the house where you belong.
She faced him down. You shouldnt be hurting that horse.
You can train him a different way.
I can do anything I want. Theyre my horses.
Theyre mine, too, remember? I gave you all my savings.
Well, he backed down a little, yes. But the
training is up to me. They have to be disciplined. And Im
the only one who can do it.
After hearing the cries of the horses all that week, she knew
now that discipline was Lees word for the torture
he inflicted on each hapless animal he bought.
She managed to get him to talk about it a little, but he wouldnt
admit he was doing anything wrong. Every time the screams of the
horses rent the air, something twisted inside her. At first, he
tried to placate her.
Well build a trail in the woods. You can be in charge
But she wouldnt be comforted. She couldnt forget the
He saw the horror in her eyes when she wouldnt let him touch
her that first night. The next day she scrubbed the second bedroom
fiercely and set up her bed in there. She locked the door against
him every night. Knowing what those hands did to the horses, she
couldnt stand his touch. He grew so frustrated he started
slapping her for nothingwhen dinner was five minutes late,
when he found dust somewhere.
Their life together grew worse and worse. Kaley knew now that
Bill had been right about Lee mistreating his horses. And he didnt
do it only to train them. He liked it. When he came out of the
barn each time, he was always smirking with satisfaction.
From the beginning, Lee had seen Kaleys extraordinary rapport
with horses. He hated her for ithorses shied away from him,
even before he beat thembut he decided he could use the
instinctive bond between Kaley and the animals. When Lee finished
his discipline, he would summon her to the barn to
treat the wounds hed inflicted.
She would try to help Lees victims as best she could. Quiet,
dear one, she whispered, as she rubbed salve into the gashes
marring their satin skin. The mysterious animals that most people
were unable to fathom would stand quietly under her touch.
After Lee sold the healed horses to people who didnt care
that they were scarred, he would buy more.
The terrible cycle would begin anew.
grew more and more distracted. The day she made the connection
between Lee and her mothers comforts, Lee had
been particularly brutal to the horses and her. When the idea
first took root in her mind, Kaley wondered if she were going
crazy. But she couldnt stop thinking about it.
Mrs. Maddox made quilts, she called them comforts,
to provide extra warmth on cold nights when thin, store-bought
blankets were not enough. But the quilting also provided a little
relief from her stormy life. Little Kaley watched as her mother
laboriously pieced together scraps of jarring colors, the brighter
the better, into a pattern, and tied the knots to keep the top,
the batting, and the bottom layers together. Kaleys mother
always started with the best intentions, using designs shed
seen in quilts at county fairs. For a while, shed sew the
patches carefully into wedding rings or log cabins, but invariably
would lose her patience, usually after shed been drinking
heavily, and abandon the pattern. Now she wanted to finish the
job quickly and hurried to finish tying the knots, skipping some
in the process. The comforts never did lay flat on the beds.
The child was bothered by the flawed patchwork. Caught between
parents who too often quarreled boozily and then progressed to
hitting one another, she desired order in as much of her life
as possible. After her mother walked out, the eleven-year-old
girl hid the quilts in the attic so she could hand them over if
her father asked for them. When her father died, she threw them
away. She never forgot the sight of the gaudy quilts in the dented,
rusty garbage can.
Lee was like her mothers aborted quilts. There was flashy
color, his handsomeness and the charm with which he had entrapped
her. But Lee had been cobbled together into only the semblance
of a man. At some point in his development, the pattern
of humanity had been aborted. The best things about human beingsloving,
caring, knowing right and wrongwere missing in Lee.
He was a flawed, bright-colored thing of cruelty and selfishness,
who had brought the chaos of Kaleys childhood back into
A patchwork man.
tried to come up with a plan to save herself and the wretched
animals but there seemed to be nothing she could do. She was too
proud or ashamed to call Bill, or confide in Mrs. Harris at the
nursing home. How could she admit shed made such a mistake
in surrendering her money and her life to Lee? Both of her friends
saw Kaley grow thin to the point of emaciation. Both noticed a
nervous tic in her mouth. But when they tried to question her,
she only changed the subject. Bill was desperate now to help,
but all she said was, Please leave me alone.
The big trooper wondered how long he could hold out before he
drove to that house in the woods and beat Lee so bad he wouldnt
ever get over it. But Kaley had decided of her own free will to
live with Lee. Bill had to force himself to think like a lawman.
There was nothing the law could do until Kaley asked for help.
Kaley became passive and found it easier to obey Lee rather than
fight with him. She lost the ability to think clearly. When she
tried, her thoughts went around and around in circles. She only
knew one thing. Shed given him everything, and there was
no way to leave. And Lee knew it.
the dishes one night after dinner, she let her hands rest in the
soapy water for a little while as her mind ranged confusedly over
the days and days of the horses and her torture.
Then she heard the familiar sound from the barn. He was beating
a horse once again.
She brushed the hair out of her eyes with a wet hand, and tried
to concentrate on the dishes and block out the noise from the
The shrill sounds of the screaming stallion and steady stream
of obscenities Lee shouted as he plied the whip came clearly through
the kitchen window. The haggard young woman strained to blank
out the part of her mind that was screaming along with the horse.
Her head throbbed with the effort. But the horse shrieked again,
stopping her thoughts. For a moment, she was dizzy and then nauseous.
Images of blood, glossy skin rent and torn, and more blood filled
Unable to think any more, she went through the back door of the
farmhouse and down the path to the stone barn. Its wooden doors,
dark with age and rotten in spots, stood open. The doors were
locked at night by raising the iron bar on the left door and swinging
it across and down into its bed on the right. Lee had given Kaley
the chore of locking up every night. At first, she couldnt
lift the bar, much to Lees displeasure. Eventually she learned
to manipulate the cumbersome lock. The stalls locked the same
way but with a light wooden bar.
As he usually did when he worked in the barn, Lee had left all
doors unbarred so he could make a fast escape if necessary.
Kaley walked quickly down the center aisle. Yes, there he was,
in the last stall with Critical Mass. Lee had been so proud when
he bought the stallion, saying with satisfaction, Ill
soon show him whos the boss. You know, hed said,
as he always did, They all need discipline.
She had taken the trouble to get acquainted with the stallion
and sensed he would only take so much and then strike back. She
had tried to tell Lee but he just laughed with contempt. You
dont know nuthin.
She paused outside the old-fashioned, high wooden stall door.
It was slightly open. It flashed through her mind again, as it
always did when she was in the barn, how terrible the stalls were.
Small, dark, close, and mean, they had no windows or openings
in the doors. The horses were prisoners. Like her.
Lee couldnt see Kaley. The pain in her head surged as the
sounds of the horses agony and Lees bellowed profanities
merged in her mind. Then she quickly pushed the door shut, and
slid the bar down into its rest.
Lee was always warning her to leave the door open when he was
disciplining, always leave the door
Then she turned, dreamlike, and stumbled down the bumpy aisle
out of the barn, mechanically swinging the iron bar into its bed
as Lee ordered her to every night, so that Lees horses wouldnt
be stolen. As she made her way back to the house, she heard Critical
Mass scream again, but this time, it was a shrill sound of triumph,
followed by Lees howls and squeals as the sharp hooves ripped
at his body.
Back at the sink, she worked frantically to finish washing the
dishes. If one part of her mind thought that Lee was now being
disciplined, the other part of her mind urged her
to hurry with the washing so when Lee came in for his nightly
beers, he wouldnt hurt her for not having finished her chores.
She was so busy that she didnt hear Bill Terrells
cruiser roar up the driveway.
M. FISHER grew up in Buffalo, New York, and moved south when
an adult. She spent eleven years in Lynchburg, Virginia, and now
lives in Franklin, Tennessee.
an English major for years (PhD, MA, MS), shes been writing
all her life. Her published work has always been prose--essays
in literary criticism and articles for newsletters and newspapers--but
lately, shes been writing fiction. On March 1, her first
novel, a mystery entitled The Case of the Three Dead Horses,
was released by American Book Publishing. Its set in Central
Virginia, as is The Patchwork Man.
novel starts with the central character, Connie Holt, examining
the body of a valuable stallion. She suspects murder. Trouble
is, the equine insurance investigator can find no evidence. Then
two more horses die, and now, she must unmask the killer.
Marilyn M. Fisher