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

arms crossed against the wind, her eyes fixed on him with an expression he had not seen in a long time. Not fear exactly. Not the careful hope she kept hidden because hope had disappointed them both too often.

Trust, maybe.

Jonah turned back to Nora. “We can come back.”

On the drive to Walt’s ranch, Cinder shifted in the trailer behind them, steady and continue reading …