The Scarred Horse Who Opened A Second Gate For Broken Kids

I locked twenty-five high school seniors inside a dirt ring with a heavily scarred, supposedly dangerous rescue horse, and the principal almost called the police on me.

The heavy wooden gate slammed shut with a sharp crack that echoed all the way across the schoolyard. I slid the rusted metal bolt firmly into place. I had just trapped myself, twenty-five restless teenagers, and a twelve-hundred-pound battered animal inside the fencing.