The crowd thought the boy in the wheelchair was helpless-until the wild mustang lowered his head to his boots

By noon, the covered arena at the Pine Wash County fairgrounds had turned into a tin oven. Heat collected under the  metal roof and pressed down on the crowd until shirts stuck to backs and paper cups sweated through in people’s hands. The air carried the sour mix of diesel fumes, spilled beer, livestock, and the fine yellow dust that rose every time continue reading …