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

offer his hand, to show the horse he meant no harm. But Jonah had learned long before his accident that  horses did not need humans to explain themselves so much as they needed them to stop shouting with their bodies.

Cinder came another step closer.

The crowd held its breath in pieces. A child whispered and was hushed. Somewhere outside the arena, a continue reading …