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

lowered his head and bumped Jonah’s boot with his muzzle before resting the heavy warmth of his face against Jonah’s knee.

Jonah reached out and laid his palm flat on the curve of the horse’s neck.

He did not pet him the way strangers did, with cautious fingers and nervous little pats. He pressed firmly, the way Cinder liked, feeling dense muscle under continue reading …