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

and wet. His head dropped low, not in surrender but warning. Jonah’s fingers closed around the latch.

Behind him, Caroline sucked in a breath. “Jonah, no.”

He did not look back. If he looked back, he would see her fear. If he saw it, he might stop. And if he stopped now, he was not sure he would ever move toward anything again.

The latch lifted with a continue reading …