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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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Jonah for longer than anyone else, though tolerate was Walt’s word, not Jonah’s. Jonah thought of it more as being allowed to exist nearby.

The work was painfully small. A foot closer to the fence. A moment of stillness. A lowered head over hay. A breath that did not end in a snort. Jonah began to understand that gentling a wild horse was mostly the continue reading …

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