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

“Me or him?”

“Both, preferably.”

The gate steward leaned in. “Reed, you’re next.”

Walt stood behind Jonah, quiet as a fence post.

Jonah took the lead rope in one hand and set the other on his rim. “Let’s go,” he murmured.

They entered to light, noise, and the deep groomed dirt of the main arena.

The announcer’s voice boomed overhead, introducing them with continue reading …