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

as if he could stop danger from a distance. The crowd shifted above them, boots banging against aluminum risers.

Jonah rolled only a few yards into the open dirt, then stopped.

Cinder faced him from the chute mouth, shaking with so much contained energy that the muscles in his neck trembled. The horse’s eyes flashed white. The chair was strange to him—metal,continue reading …