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

the dirt beside him.

“You either know  horses,” a man said, “or you have the dumbest luck I’ve seen in forty years.”

Jonah looked up.

The man standing there was probably close to sixty, with a sunburned neck, a gray beard trimmed short, and a hat so battered it looked like it had survived weather the continue reading …