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

man had not bothered to mention. His shirt was pearl-snap denim, faded almost white at the seams. Dust clung to him from hat brim to boot sole.

Jonah recognized him as one of the senior trainers from the pens, the man who had told everyone to stay back.

The man stuck out a hand, then seemed to remember the angle was awkward and let it drop. “Walt Mercer.continue reading …