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

be one of them.”

“No,” Walt said. “It doesn’t.”

The lack of pressure was, as usual, the thing Jonah found hardest to resist.

Two weeks later, Jonah sat in the staging tunnel at Sierra Gate with his stomach clenched so tight he thought he might be sick.

The pavilion was bigger than he remembered. Bigger because he was lower now, because the concrete walls continue reading …