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

Slower. And whether you like hearing it or not, there’s no threat in you chasing him around that  pen.”

A hot, familiar anger moved through Jonah. “Because I can’t.”

“Because you won’t,” Walt said, looking at him now. “There’s a difference.”

Jonah turned on him. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you rolled into an arena yesterday when every continue reading …