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

cup of  coffee from the concession stand. Jonah took it even though he did not like coffee. The heat through the thin cup gave his hands something to do.

“They think I’m going to get myself killed,” Jonah said.

Walt leaned on the fence beside him. “That could happen.”

Caroline, standing a few feet away, looked sharply at him.

Walt did not soften it. “Horses continue reading …