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

Cinder’s  ears flicked. The mustang shifted forward and placed one careful hoof closer to the boy.

Marcus froze.

Jonah lowered his voice. “Now drop your hand.”

Marcus did.

Cinder stopped. His head lowered, and his muzzle came forward until it hovered over Marcus’s lap. The boy leaned back at first, startled, then stayed continue reading …