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

corner nearest Jonah, then moved on. Later, he stopped again,  ears shifting toward the chair.

Walt came and went, doing chores without making a production of the work. Caroline sat on an overturned bucket under the feed shed roof and pretended to read a paperback.

Near noon, Jonah rubbed both hands over his face. Exhaustion had made his thoughts thin.continue reading …