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

what I’d recommend,” Walt replied.

Nora glanced at Jonah. “And you?”

Jonah held Cinder’s lead with two fingers, the rope slack between them. The black horse stood half asleep, one hind hoof resting, lower lip loose. “He’ll tell us if it’s too much.”

“I need a faster warning system than that.”

“He gives one,” Jonah said. “Most people just talk over it.”

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