Part 1
They said the horse was cursed. Thirty men had tried to break him, and all had failed. Some were injured; others never rode again. His name was Brimstone.
I arrived at Reed Coulter’s Montana ranch pretending to be someone I wasn’t. My sister Emma had written to marry him—but she died, and I came in her place, desperate to escape my past.
Reed was cold and distant. He expected a quiet bride. Instead, he got me—a frightened woman carrying secrets.
That first night, Brimstone nearly attacked a stable boy. The men wanted to put him down, but I saw something different—fear, not evil. I began sitting with him every day, earning his trust little by little.
The ranch hands mocked me. Reed called me crazy. But slowly, Brimstone softened. One day, he finally rested his head in my hand.
Jake, the cruel foreman, hated it. He believed horses should be broken with force. I believed they should be healed.
Part 2
Jake sabotaged Brimstone, trying to make him wild again. When he grabbed me in anger, Brimstone defended me. From then on, everyone saw the truth—the horse wasn’t dangerous. Jake was.
Later, Jake set the barn on fire, hoping Brimstone would escape or die. I saved the horse, riding him through the flames into the night.
But out on the prairie, a man from my past found me—a corrupt lawman named Vance. He revealed my secret: I wasn’t Emma. My real name was Sarah.
Brimstone protected me again, and Reed arrived just in time to drive Vance away.
Part 3
Back at the ranch, the truth came out. Jake was exposed as the arsonist and fired. Reed learned who I really was.
I expected him to send me away.
Instead, he paid my old debt, erased the warrant, and asked me to stay—not as a lie, but as myself.
“I don’t want Emma,” he said. “I want you.”
Part 4 – One Year Later
The ranch became a sanctuary for broken horses. Brimstone was no longer feared—he helped calm new arrivals.
Reed and I built a life together, based on trust and healing.
One day a frightened girl arrived with a troubled horse, just like I once had.
“They said he’s cursed,” she whispered.
“There’s no such thing as a curse,” I told her.
Because I had learned the truth—nothing is beyond saving, not a horse, and not a person.
THE END