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

changed direction, he shifted his weight and came through without crowding the chair.

The crowd quieted.

Jonah asked for a trot by changing the rhythm of his pushes and lifting the energy in his shoulders. Cinder’s head came up, then softened. He trotted beside the chair, not fast, not flashy, each footfall clean and balanced. Jonah stopped without warning.continue reading …