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

dirt to rafters.

Jonah rested one hand against Cinder’s neck.

The horse leaned into him with the relaxed weight of a familiar friend, not bothered by the noise, not searching for an escape. Jonah looked out across the arena lights and faces and felt his chest tighten.

This time, it was not grief.

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