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

distance and time. But he could not stay at the fairgrounds, either.

He needed an adopter with secure fencing, experience, and the patience not to turn one week of trust into a weekend project.

Walt found Jonah and Caroline outside the show office, where a dusty swamp cooler rattled in the window.

“I’ve got a place,” he said.

Caroline folded her arms. continue reading …