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

rubber, spinning wheels, a human body that sat low and wrong. He snorted again, louder this time, and pawed once at the ground.

“Everybody stay back,” one of the older handlers barked.

Jonah heard the command but did not turn his head. He let his hands fall away from the push rims and rest loose against his thighs. He did not reach toward Cinder. He continue reading …