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

new situations. She disliked sudden movement and sometimes bolted when overwhelmed.

Sophie stopped twelve feet from Cinder.

Her hands began moving near her chest, quick little flicks of her fingers. She stared not at the horse but at the ground beneath him, as if the size of him was too much to take in all at once.

One volunteer reached toward the lead.continue reading …