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

Jonah had sat through most of the morning with his face blank and his mind somewhere else.

Then Cinder came into the chute.

Jonah moved closer to the gate. The dirt fought him with every push, grabbing the small front casters and twisting them sideways. Pain burned through his shoulders, but he welcomed it. Pain in his arms made more sense than the empty continue reading …