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

him look older. His legs were braced and strapped. He moved his chair with quick, angry pushes that sprayed gravel behind him. Nora introduced him, and Marcus stared over her shoulder.

“I’m not getting on a horse,” he said.

“Nobody asked you to,” Jonah replied.

That got the boy’s attention. His eyes moved to Jonah’s chair, then to Cinder. “Then what’s continue reading …