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

“Do you want me to hold him closer?”

“No,” Jonah said.

The volunteer’s hand paused.

Jonah softened his voice. “Give her the space. Give him the same.”

He shifted his chair back a few inches and made a low sound with his tongue. Cinder responded by dropping his head until his muzzle was level with Jonah’s shoulder. His ears rested halfway, listening without continue reading …