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

of leather, the feel of a horse gathering under him, his own legs working without thought. The life Walt was talking about belonged to someone who had disappeared in a dry wash and left Jonah to answer for him.

“I don’t ride anymore,” Jonah said.

Walt nodded, not softly, not sadly. Just once. “Didn’t say you did.”

That irritated Jonah more than pity would continue reading …