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

flicked toward a rustle in the sagebrush, but he did not lift his head. He waited for Jonah to decide whether the sound mattered.

Jonah thought of Sophie standing quiet beside the mounting ramp. Marcus holding the  rope with new care. Caroline watching from outside the arena without reaching for the handles of his chair. Walt saying less than he meant continue reading …