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

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she did not sound comforted.

He pushed three feet closer to the fence, each rotation dragging through dust. Then he stopped, locked the brakes, and leaned back until the tension left his shoulders. He turned his head slightly away from the horse and fixed his eyes on the shadow of a fence post.

Walt said nothing, which Jonah appreciated more than he continue reading …

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