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

the end of a gravel road lined with cottonwoods and wind-bent fencing. It was not fancy. The office was a converted tack room. The arena panels did not match. A yellow barn  cat slept on a stack of folded saddle pads as if it had signed the mortgage papers itself.

Jonah liked it immediately.

The director, Dr. Nora Bell, met them beside the outdoor arena.continue reading …