When I came back from checking the horses, my clothes were scattered across the front lawn of Bellwether Ranch. Graham Vale's new protégée stood in the doorway wearing my robe, and she told me to stop pretending I belonged in the house. She thought I was the woman Graham had promised to marry. The truth was uglier: I had spent four years as his secret, unmarried partner, while he kept the ranch, the family name, and every decision under his control. Now he had brought home a beautiful orphan from a drought-stricken county and offered her the future he had once dangled in front of me. I could leave quietly, or make him answer for what he had done to the ranch we had both survived. But if I fought for my name, would I lose the only home I had chosen?