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

then the hard line of his jaw. Piece by piece, he removed himself from the fight.

The arena changed around him.

The announcer went quiet. The handlers froze where they stood, knowing one sudden rush could send the horse straight through the boy. Caroline clung to the chain-link behind the barrier, her face pale and rigid.

Cinder’s hooves shifted in the continue reading …