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

discipline of not stealing what had not been offered.

On Saturday, the fairgrounds turned loud again.

The final assessments had begun, and the adoption pens were thinning. Trailers lined the gravel road outside the arena, their open doors waiting. Horses that had accepted halters were being led, loaded, signed for, and continue reading …