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

something other than the chair.

“I’m not doing that.”

“You haven’t heard the class.”

“I heard enough.”

“No riding,” Walt said. “Groundwork. Manners. Liberty if you’ve got it. It’s exactly what you and that horse have been building.”

Jonah turned his chair so the paper was no longer in front of him. “We’re fine here.”

“Cinder’s fine here. You’re hiding here.continue reading …