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She had just settled into breakfast in her sitting room when the maid placed the latest issue of *The Draft Horse Journal* beside her gold-leaf periwinkle china cup. On the cover was a newly opened stable and its flagship Stud a Shire stallion, and Matilda Hallowell immediately took interest. One of her mares, Autumn’s Dutchess—Autumn to Tilley—was nearing season, and she had been considering a new bloodline. But Gideon was unproven, and that made him a risk. She called her stable manager at once. “Harold, find out everything about The Owner, Gideon, and Kingdom Grove Stables.” “Yes, Mrs. Hallowell,” he replied, knowing the task would not be easy. Matilda, called Tilley by friends and Mrs. Hallowell throughout the circuit, had inherited Blood Orchid Ranch after becoming widowed young, and had turned it into a thriving operation. In her late forties, striking and statuesque, with long dark hair and Middle Eastern heritage, she was respected for her knowledge of draft horses and her sharp eye for bloodlines. Later that afternoon, Harold brought her a folder and arranged a viewing for the next morning. Matilda arrived at Kingdom Grove in a black SUV, dressed in cobalt silk, poised and ready to judge whether Gideon might be the bloodline Autumn needed—or a risk she would walk away from.