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

on the way out. “I’m not pretending I’m not. But I’m more scared of going home and shutting the door again.”

Caroline closed her eyes.

Then she stepped aside.

Walt gave orders with a quiet authority that made men move quickly. The handlers backed away from the fence. The chute gates opened. The round pen was cleared. Spectators began gathering along the continue reading …