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

the mounting ramp, a broad wooden platform with rails and rubber matting. Jonah parked at the base of it, far enough from the arena fence that Cinder had room to leave if he needed to, close enough that the children could approach without crossing too much open space. Walt stood back. Caroline waited by the barn with her hands tucked into her jacket continue reading …