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

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Jonah nodded once. “Jonah.”

“I know.” Walt leaned against the trailer, studying him with eyes that missed very little. “Saw you ride once. Youth finals over at Carson Junction. Bay mare, white star, cow kept trying to duck left.”

Jonah’s fingers tightened on the push rims before he could stop them.

That arena came back with cruel precision: the smell continue reading …