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

Then he turned back toward the judges.

Cinder turned with him.

The applause began in the section closest to the in-gate, where the working trainers sat. It was not wild at first. It was almost reluctant, rising from people who understood the difficulty too well to cheapen it. Then the lower rows stood, and the sound widened, filling the pavilion from continue reading …