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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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him for ten minutes. Then he picked up the rope and started again.

By late summer, Cinder had begun to seek him out. If Jonah parked under the barn overhang to drink water, the mustang drifted over and stood with his nose near Jonah’s shoulder, half asleep. If Walt led Cinder away for a farrier practice session, the horse kept one ear tipped back toward continue reading …

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