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

both hind feet into the pipe  fence.

The crash cracked across the arena and made half the crowd flinch.

Up in the announcer’s stand, the microphone popped before the man behind it found his voice again. “Well, folks, the range crew didn’t bring us a sleepy one this year. This black horse came in late from the Granite Range, and from what I hear, he’s continue reading …