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

Jonah left the packed path near the barn and pushed his chair toward the back pasture.

The ground there was harder than the arena but less forgiving, scattered with stones and tough clumps of grass. Each jolt traveled up through the frame and into his spine. He had to pick his route carefully, angling around ruts, leaning back to lift the front wheels continue reading …