The War that Saved My Life by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley

hunting with the war on. But even still, it’s nearly all I can do, caring for
thirteen horses.”
“I can help,” I said.
“Aye, I’d be grateful,” he said. We’d already put Butter into an empty stall
while I worked on the tack. I helped grain, hay, and water the horses, bad foot
and all, and he didn’t say a word about my limping or expect me not to be
able to do things. When we were finished I saddled and bridled Butter. Fred
gave me a leg into the saddle.
“Maggie said horses could have clubfoot,” I said. “She said you could fix
it.” I tried not to feel hopeful.
“Aye,” he said. “In horses you fix it with special shoes. It’s not like
clubfoot in people, though. I don’t think. That’s what you’ve got?”
I nodded. “Can’t help you,” he said. “But I’ll help you otherwise,
whenever you like. You come back.”
I went down the drive. I turned left at the road, which I knew was correct, but
after that I’m not sure what happened. It should have been easy to find Miss
Smith’s house. Instead I got lost.