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

So did breath. So did the second Jonah released pressure. He could not drive the horse with legs, could not step across the mustang’s path, could not run him down when he left. That meant Jonah had to become exact.

Some days were ugly. Cinder spooked at a tarp and nearly pulled Jonah sideways before Walt caught continue reading …