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

His hands closed on the rims.

Cinder halted at once.

A murmur moved through the stands, not loud enough to startle, but alive.

They backed together next. Jonah rolled his chair backward three slow rotations while his fingers lifted the rope with barely any pressure. Cinder stepped back in time with him, one foot, then another, his nose low, the lead continue reading …