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

from him. She looked tired in a way that makeup would not have helped, even if she wore any. “The county people. The range program folks. Insurance. Everyone has an opinion now.”

“Cinder didn’t hurt anybody.”

“I know.”

“He walked in.”

“I know that, too.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

She rubbed her thumb along the rim of the ice bucket. “The problem is that continue reading …