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

the tops of the panels and turned them white.

Finally Walt said, “I’m going to ask something. You can say no.”

Jonah hated the quick lift in his own chest. Hope, when it came without permission, felt almost like nausea. “Ask.”

“Sit with him.”

“I’m sitting right now.”

“Not near the alley. Not where people are walking behind you every five minutes. Sit by continue reading …