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

something in him had finally chosen to move.

Walt came close enough to speak without the others hearing. “I won’t send you in. That has to be clear.”

Jonah nodded. “Open the far gate.”

Walt studied him. “Tell me the plan.”

“Clear the alley. No flags. No ropes. Nobody leaning over panels. Open the round pen and continue reading …