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

“I assumed you did.”

“Not for me.” Walt looked at Jonah. “For you.”

Jonah frowned. “We don’t have a ranch.”

“No, but I do. Twelve acres outside Dry Hollow. Good round pen, solid six-foot panels, no barbed wire where he can get stupid with it. I’ve got footing a chair can actually cross, or close enough that we can make it better.” He paused. “You adopt continue reading …