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

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Walt’s mouth tightened. “He goes where the program has room. Maybe someone experienced takes him later. Maybe not. A horse with his record doesn’t get handed to a backyard dreamer, and he shouldn’t. But if he ships out now, whatever he found with you gets left here.”

Caroline’s voice was careful. “And if we sign?”

“Then the work starts. Real work. Not continue reading …

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