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

followed.

Cinder trotted up behind him and slowed at Jonah’s right side, dropping his nose level with Jonah’s shoulder. No rope. No hand on the halter. Just the black  horse choosing the chair again in front of everyone who had doubted what choice could do.

Jonah kept moving until they reached the end of the arena.continue reading …