# **They Mocked the Woman Who Came to Feed Them. By Winter’s End, Every Man at Grady Ranch Would Know Who She Truly Was.**NVP
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Chapter 4 - A Stranger at the Gate
Three days later, the sound of galloping hooves broke the afternoon quiet. A young man wearing a faded Union army coat pulled his lathered horse to a halt before the main porch. He was dust-covered and exhausted, carrying a leather dispatch case slung across his chest. Coulter stepped out to meet him, rifle held loosely in his right hand. "Are you Coulter Grady?" the rider panted, dismounting with difficulty. "I bring an urgent message from the territorial court in Cheyenne. Silas Grady’s trial has been unexpectedly suspended by order of a federal judge."
