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

Jonah.

Jonah let his shoulders fall. He breathed out through his mouth.

After a moment, Cinder lowered his head a few inches.

Caroline stood near the wall holding a towel she had already twisted nearly into a rope. She wore the same look she had worn at Pine Wash, terror forced into the shape of support.

“You’re okay,” she said.

Jonah gave her a quick glance.continue reading …