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I'm the real heiress. But when the Goodwin family brought me home, my birth mother sneered at how "tacky" I was. The fake heiress, Charlotte Goodwin, tried to shame me, spouting lies that I'd raised scruffy horses on the plains, even picking up manure to scrape by. Everyone snickered, calling me low and common. They had no idea about my fame. Every horse thundering across the Northtown Prairie—all thousand leagues of it—answers to my name.