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

said a freestyle without music felt like a school presentation, and for once Walt had surrendered.

Jonah moved first. He pushed his chair in a wide arc, slow enough for Cinder to settle into the shape of it. The horse followed with two feet of space between his shoulder and the wheel. When Jonah tightened the circle, Cinder bent around him. When Jonah continue reading …